Full Lyrics
Down in my garden fair
Do pinks and roses bloom,
And flirt with every passing air
That stealeth their perfume.
And does not lovely Phillida
Her beauty bright display,
And flirt with every shepherd swain?
But none takes aught away!
Her eyes, like diamonds bright to view
Do make their lustre felt;
Her heart is like a diamond, too,
Impossible to melt!
Ye lovely maidens, have a care,
Call reason to your aid;
Be merciful while you are fair,
For like a flower you fade!
