O Philly, Happy Be That Day.

Tune - "The Sow's Tail." He.         O Philly, happy be that day,         When roving through the gather'd hay,         My youthfu' heart was stown away,             And by thy charms, my Philly. She.         O Willy, ay I bless the grove         Where first I own'd my maiden love,         Whilst thou didst pledge the powers above,             To be my ain dear Willy. 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. He.         The milder sun and bluer sky         That crown my harvest cares wi' joy,         Were ne'er sae welcome 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. He.         The bee that thro' the sunny hour         Sips nectar in the opening flower,         Compar'd wi' my delight is poor,             Upon the lips o' Philly. She.         The woodbine in the dewy weet         When evening shades in silence meet,         Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet             As is a kiss o' Willy. He.         Let Fortune's wheel at random rin,         And fools may tyne, and knaves may win         My thoughts are a' bound up in ane,             And that's my ain dear Philly. She.         What's a' joys that gowd can gie?         I care nae wealth a single flie;         The lad I love's the lad for me,             And that's my ain dear Willy.