CHORUS
He and She
 For a' the joys that gowd can gie,
 I dinna care a single flie !
 The lad/lass I love 's the lad/lass for me
 And that 's my ain dear Willy/Philly
            I
He
 O Philly, happy be that day
 When, roving thro' 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 did pledge the Powers above
 To be my ain dear Willy.

            II
He
 As songsters of the early year
 Are ilka day mair sweet to hear,
 So ilka day to me mair dear
 And charming is my Philly.
She
 As on the brier the budding rose
 Still richer breathes, and fairer blows,
 So in my tender bosom grows
 The love I bear my Willy.

            III
He
 The milder sun and bluer sky,
 That crown my harvest cares wi' joy,
 Were ne'er sae welcome to my eye
 As is a sight o' Philly.
She
 The little swallow's wanton wing,
 Tho' wafting o'er the flowery spring,
 Did ne'er to me sic tidings bring
 As meeting o' my Willy.

            IV
He
 The bee, that thro' the sunny hour
 Sips nectar in the op'ning flower,
 Compar'd wi' my delight is poor
 Upon the lips o' Philly.
She
 The woodbine in the dewy weet,
 When ev'ning shades in silence meet,
 Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet
 As is a kiss o' Willy.

            V
He
 Let Fortune's wheel at random rin,
 And fools may tyne, and knaves may win !
 My thoughts are a' bound up on ane.
 And that 's my ain dear Philly.
She
 What 's a' the joys that gowd can gie ?
 I dinna care a single flie !
 The lad I love 's the lad for me.
 And that 's my ain dear Willy.
            (CHORUS)