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. Chorus. -- 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. 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' wi' your belles, &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' wi' your belles, &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' wi' your belles, &c. Her voice is the song o' the morning, That wakes thro' the green-spreading grove When Phoebus peeps over the mountains, On music, and pleasure, and love. Awa' wi' your belles, &c. 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, &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOISTER by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM THE FACE ON THE [BAR-ROOM] FLOOR by HUGH ANTOINE D'ARCY BLACK BUTTE by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 13 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 27 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HUMAN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. INDIA, THE WISDOM-LAND by EDWARD CARPENTER |