Full Lyrics
I saw lovely Phillis lying on lilies,
And fairer was she than her flowery bed;
But when she did spy me,
O, then did she fly me;
Not heeding nor hearing one word that I said.
Why did she fly, when I wished her to stay?
It is not well done, to drive lovers away;
For they'll sing fa la la.
And when I next meet her, how shall I greet her?
If she should come smilingly forward to me,
No, no, I will spite her:
I'll shun her and slight her,
And cold and unfeeling as marble I'll be.
What do I care, e'en though she despair?
Her hands let her wring, I will merrily sing;
I will sing fa la la la.
