Adoon winding Nith I did wander
To mark the sweet flooers as they spring
Adoon 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
The daisy amused my fond fancy
So artless, so simple, so wild
Thou emblem said I o my Phillis
For she is simplicity's child
Oh the rose bud's the blush o my charmer
Her sweet balmy lip when tis pressed
How fair and how pure is the lily
But fairer and purer her breast
Yon knot of gay flooers in the arbour
They none wi my Phillis can vie
Her breath is the breath o the woodbine
Its dew drop o diamond her eye
Her voice is the song o the morning
That wakes through the green spreading grove
When Phebus peeps over the mountains
On music and pleesure and love
Oh but beauty how frail and how fleeting
The bloom o a fine summer's day
While worth in the mind o my Phillis
Will flourish withoot a decay
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