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Title: The poetical works and letters of Robert Burns
Year: 1869 (1860s)
Authors: Burns, Robert, 1759-1796
Subjects: Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 Poets, Scottish
Publisher: Edinburgh, Gall & Inglis
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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down winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander,Of Phillis to muse and to sing. CHORUS. Awa wi your belles and your beauties, nway They never wi her can compare :Whaever has met wi my Phillis, Has met wi the queen o the fair. The daisy amused my fond fancy, So artless, so simple, so wild ;Thou emblem, said I, o my Phillis! For she is simplicitys child. The rose-buds 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. Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour, They neer wi my Phillis can vie :Her breath is the breath o the woodbine, Its dew-drop o diamond her eye. Her voice is the song of the morning, That wakes through the green-spreading grova, When Phoebus peeps over the mountains,On music, and pleasure, and love. But, beauty, how frail and how fleeting— The bloom of a fine summers day 1While worth in the mind o my Phillis Will flourish without a decay*.
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