song—phillis the fair（1/1）

song—phillis the fair

tune—“robin adair.”

while larks, with little wing,

fann'd the pure air,

tasting the breathing spring,

forth i did fare:

gay the sun's golden eye

peep'd o'er the mountains high;

such thy morn! did i cry,

phillis the fair.

in each bird's careless song,

glad i did share;

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,

phillis the fair.

down in a shady walk,

doves cooing were;

i mark'd the cruel hawk

caught in a snare:

so kind may fortune be,

such make his destiny,

he who would injure thee,

phillis the fair.