CCXXXV.
O PHILLY, HAPPY BE THAT DAY.
Tune-“The Sow’s Tail.”
[“This morning” (19th November, 1794), “though a keen blowing frost,” Burns writes to Thomson, “in my walk before breakfast I finished my duet: whether I have uniformly succeeded, I will not say: but here it is for you, though it is not an hour old.”]
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.