Dialogue song, Robert Burns, 1794
He: O Philly, happy be that day,|
When roving thro' the gather'd hay,
My youthfu' heart was stown away,
And by thy charms, my Philly.
She: O Willy, aye I bless the grove
Where first I own'd my maiden love,
Whilst thou did pledge the Powers above,
To be my ain dear Willy.
For a' the joys that gowd can gie,
I dinna care a single flie;
The lad I love's the lad for me,
The lass I love's the lass for me,
And that's my ain dear Willy.
And that's my ain dear Philly.
2. He: As songsters of the early year,
3. He: The milder sun and bluer sky|
That crown my harvest cares wi' joy,
Were ne'er sae welcome to my eye
As is a sight o' Philly.
She: The little swallow's wanton wing,
Tho' wafting o'er the flowery Spring,
Did ne'er to me sic tidings bring,
As meeting o' my Willy.
4. He: The bee that thro' the sunny hour
5. He: Let fortune's wheel at random rin,
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