dialogue song—philly and willy

  tune—“the sow's tail to geordie.”

  he. o philly, happy be that day,

  when roving thro' the gather'd hay,

  my youthfu' heart was stown away,

  and by thy charms, my philly.

  she. o willy, aye 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.

  both. for a' the joys that gowd can gie,

  i dinna care a single flie;

  the lad i love's the lad for me,

  the lass i love's the lass for me,

  and that's my ain dear willy.

  and that's my ain dear philly.

  he. as songsters of the early year,

  are 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.

  both. for a' the joys, &c.

  he. the milder sun and bluer sky

  that crown my harvest cares wi' joy,

  were ne'er sae wee 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.

  both. for a' the joys, &c.

  he. the bee that thro' the sunny hour

  sips nectar in the op'ning flower,

   par'd wi' my delight is poor,

  upon the lips o' philly.

&e