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Song ‑ Phillis The Fair

Language: Scottish (Scots)

While larks, with little wing,
Fann'd the pure air,
Tasting 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 op'ning 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.


Translation(s): FRE GER GER GER GER

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Tune - "Robin Adair."

Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]

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Text added to the website: 2009-05-23.
Last modified: 2014-07-28 11:30:06
Line count: 24
Word count: 106

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Lerchen in heitrer Luft

Language: German (Deutsch) after the Scottish (Scots)

Lerchen in heitrer Luft
Singen im Blau,
Nun lockt des Lenzes Duft
Mich nach der Au.
Sonne, du Himmels Aug',
Klar aus den Bergen tauch,
So ist dein Morgenhauch,
Herziges Kind!

Vöglein mit holdem Sang
Füllt mir die Brust,
Blümlein hold auf dem Gang
Schau ich mit Lust.
Lieblich auf bunter Au
Öffnet dem Perlentau
Röslein die Brust, o schau
Grad' wie mein Kind!

Sieh, wie das Taubenpaar
Herzet und minnt,
Nun sitzt im Nest der Aar,
Kein Arg mehr sinnt.
Möge das Schicksal weih'n
Jeden zu gleicher Pein,
Der kränkt das Herzchen dein,
Mein süßes Kind!


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Submitted by Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

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Set in a modified version by Joseph Rheinberger.


Text added to the website: 2009-05-23.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:14
Line count: 24
Word count: 97