Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 424. Song—Phillis the Fair |
| | | | | Tune—“Robin Adair.” |
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| WHILE larks, with little wing, | |
| Fann’d the pure air, | |
| Tasting the breathing Spring, | |
| Forth I did fare: | |
| Gay the sun’s golden eye | 5 |
| Peep’d o’er the mountains high; | |
| Such thy morn! did I cry, | |
| Phillis the fair. | |
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| In each bird’s careless song, | |
| Glad I did share; | 10 |
| While yon wild-flowers among, | |
| Chance led me there! | |
| Sweet to the op’ning day, | |
| Rosebuds bent the dewy spray; | |
| Such thy bloom! did I say, | 15 |
| Phillis the fair. | |
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| Down in a shady walk, | |
| Doves cooing were; | |
| I mark’d the cruel hawk | |
| Caught in a snare: | 20 |
| So kind may fortune be, | |
| Such make his destiny, | |
| He who would injure thee, | |
| Phillis the fair. | |
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