Phillis The Fair

While larks with little wing Fann'd the pure air, Viewing 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 opening 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.


Lorraine McIntosh

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1793 and is read here by Lorraine McIntosh.

Themes for this song

nature life unhappiness

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