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| 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 | 5 |
| Where first I own’d my maiden love, | |
| Whilst thou did pledge the Powers above, | |
| To be my ain dear Willy. | |
| Both. For a’ the joys that gowd can gie, | |
| I dinna care a single flie; | 10 |
| The { lad lass } I love’s the { lad lass } for me, | |
| And that’s my ain dear { Willy. Philly. } | |
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| He. As songsters of the early year, | |
| Are ilka day mair sweet to hear, | |
| So ilka day to me mair dear | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
| Both. For a’ the joys, &c. | |
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| 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. | 25 |
| 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. | |
| Both. For a’ the joys, &c. | 30 |
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| He. The bee that thro’ the sunny hour | |
| Sips nectar in the op’ning flower, | |
| Compar’d wi’ my delight is poor, | |
| Upon the lips o’ Philly. | |
| She. The woodbine in the dewy weet, | 35 |
| When ev’ning shades in silence meet, | |
| Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet | |
| As is a kiss o’ Willy. | |
| Both. For a’ the joys, &c. | |
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| He. Let fortune’s wheel at random rin, | 40 |
| And fools may tine and knaves may win; | |
| My thoughts are a’ bound up in ane, | |
| And that’s my ain dear Philly. | |
| She. What’s a’ the joys that gowd can gie? | |
| I dinna care a single flie; | 45 |
| The lad I love’s the lad for me, | |
| And that’s my ain dear Willy. | |
| Both. For a’ the joys, &c. | |
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