The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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O PHILLY, HAPPY BE THAT DAY |
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O PHILLY, HAPPY BE THAT DAY
Chorus
He and She.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.
He.
I
O Philly, happy be that dayWhen, 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.
Where first I own'd my maiden love,
Whilst thou did pledge the Powers above
To be my ain dear Willy.
He.
II
As songsters of the early yearAre 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.
Still richer breathes, and fairer blows,
So in my tender bosom grows
The love I bear my Willy.
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III
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 tidings bring
As meeting o' my Willy.
Tho' wafting o'er the flowery spring,
Did ne'er to me sic tidings bring
As meeting o' my Willy.
He.
IV
The bee, that thro' the sunny hourSips 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.
When ev'ning shades in silence meet,
Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet
As is a kiss o' Willy.
He.
V
Let Fortune's wheel at random rin,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 dinna care a single flie!
The lad I love's the lad for me,
And that's my ain dear Willy.
I dinna care a single flie!
The lad I love's the lad for me,
And that's my ain dear Willy.
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Chorus
He and She.
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.
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.
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