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:
Wha-ever has met wi' my Phillis,
Has met wi' the Queen o' the Fair.----

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.----
Awa &c.--------

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.------
Awa &c.--------

Yon knot of gay 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.----
Awa &c.--------

Her voice is the songs of the morning,
That wake thro' the green-spreading grove;
When Phoebus peeps over the mountains
On music, and pleasure, and love.----
Awa &c.--------

But Beauty, how frail and how fleeting,
The bloom of a fine summer's day;
While Worth in the mind of my Phillis
Will flourish without a decay.-
Awa &c.--------