song—phillis the fair

tune—“robin adair.”

whilerks, 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,

d i did share;

while yon wild-flowers among,

chance led me there!