Adown Winding Nith.

I.

    Adown 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.
    Awa wi' your belles and your beauties,
        They never wi' her can compare:
    Whaever has met wi' my Phillis,
        Has met wi' the queen o' the fair.

II.

    The daisy amus'd my fond fancy,
        So artless, so simple, so wild;
    Thou emblem, said I, o' my Phillis,
        For she is simplicity's child.

III.

    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.

IV.

    Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour,
        They ne'er wi' my Phillis can vie:
    Her breath is the breath o' the woodbine,
        Its dew-drop o' diamond, her eye.

V.

    Her voice is the song of the morning,
        That wakes thro' the green-spreading grove,
    When Phoebus peeps over the mountains,
        On music, and pleasure, and love.

VI.

    But beauty how frail and how fleeting,
        The bloom of a fine summer's day!
    While worth in the mind o' my Phillis
        Will flourish without a decay.
    Awa wi' your belles and your beauties,
        They never wi' her can compare:
    Whaever has met wi' my Phillis
        Has met wi' the queen o' the fair.