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.