1. I saw my lovely Phillis, Laid on a bank of lilies. Fa la la. But when herself alone she there espieth, On me she smileth, and home away she flieth. Fa la la. 2. Why flies my best beloved, From me her love approved. Fa la la. See, see what I have here, fine sweet musk roses, To deck that bosom, where love herself reposes. Fa la la.