




BY BURNS. 
Apown winding Nith I did wander 
Tomark the sweet flowers as the ee spring ‘ 
3 winding Nith I did wander. 
Phillis to muse and to sing. 
The daisy amused my fond fancy, 
So artless, so 2206 so wild 
Thou emblem, said 1. 0’ my Phi 
For she is simplicity’s chiid 


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Yne rose-bud’s the blush o’ my cnarmer 
Her sweet balmy lip when ’tis prest s 
How fair and how pure is the lily, 
But fairer and purer her breast. 
Yon knot of ga Ly flowers in the arbour, 
They ne’er wi’ my Phillis can vie: 
Her breath is the breath of the woodbine, 
Its dew-drop o’ diamond her eye. 
Her voice is the song of the morning 
That wakes through the green-spreading grove 
When Pheebus peeps over the Sn Gmnvanne: 
On music, aad pleasure, and love. 

















