Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
492 . Dialogue SongPhilly and Willy
He. O P
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
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;
The { lad lass } I love’s the { lad lass } for me,
And that’s my ain dear { Willy. Philly. }
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. Both. For a’ the joys, &c. 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, As meeting o’ my Willy. Both. For a’ the joys, &c. 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, 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. 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; The lad I love’s the lad for me, And that’s my ain dear Willy. Both. For a’ the joys, &c.