Saw Ye My Dear, My Philly

Robert Burns, 1794

|: O saw ye my Dear, my Philly? :| She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new Love, She winna come hame to her Willy. 2. |: What says she my dear, my Philly? :| She lets thee to wit she has thee forgot, And forever disowns thee, her Willy. 3. |: O had I ne'er seen thee, my Philly! :| As light as the air, and fause as thou's fair, Thou's broken the heart o' thy Willy.