Adown Winding Nith.

I.         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:         Whaever has met wi' my Phillis,             Has met wi' the queen o' the fair. II.         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. III.         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. IV.         Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour,             They ne'er wi' my Phillis can vie:         Her breath is the breath o' the woodbine,             Its dew-drop o' diamond, her eye. V.         Her voice is the song of the morning,             That wakes thro' the green-spreading grove,         When Phoebus peeps over the mountains,             On music, and pleasure, and love. VI.         But beauty how frail and how fleeting,             The bloom of a fine summer's day!         While worth in the mind o' my Phillis             Will flourish without a decay.         Awa wi' your belles and your beauties,             They never wi' her can compare:         Whaever has met wi' my Phillis             Has met wi' the queen o' the fair.