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Philly And Willy

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, ay 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.

He
As songsters of the early year,
Are ilka day mair sweet to hear,
So ilka day to me mair dear
And charming is my Philly.

She
As on the brier the budding rose,
Still richer breathes and fairer blows,
So in my tender bosom grows
The love I bear my Willy.

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 tydings bring,
As meeting o' my Willy.

He
The bee that thro the sunny hour
Sips nectar in the opening flower,
Compar'd wi' my delight is poor,
Upon the lips o' Philly.

She
The woodbine in the dewy weet,
When evening shades in silence meet,
Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet
As is a kiss o' Willy.

He
Let fortune's wheel at random run;
And fools may tyne, and knaves may win;
My thoughts are a' bound up on ane,
And that's my ain dear Philly.

She
What's a' the joys that gowd can gie?
I care n wealth a single flie;
The lad I love's the lad for me,
And that's my ain dear Willy.