Phillis The Queen O The Fair
es, &c.
the rose-bud's the blush o' my charmer,
her sweet balmy lip when 'tis prest:
how fair and how pure is the lily!
but fairer and purer her breast.
awa' wi' your belles, &c.
yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour,
they ne'er wi' my phillis vie:
her breath is the breath of the woodbine,
its dew-drop o' diamond her eye.
awa' wi' your belles, &c.
her voice is the song o' the m,
that wakes thro' the green-spreading grove
when phoebus peeps over the mountains,
on musid pleasure, and lo
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