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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.