song—phillis the fair
    tune—“robin adair.”
    while larks, 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,
    glad i did share;
    while yon wild-flowers among,
    chance led me there!
    sweet to the op'ning day,
    rosebuds bent the dewy spray;
    such thy bloom! did i say,
    phillis the fair.
    down in a shady walk,
    doves cooing were;
    i mark'd the cruel hawk
    caught in a snare:
    so kind may fortune be,
    such make his destiny,
    he who would injure thee,
    phillis the fair.