O saw ye my Dear, my Philly?
O sawye my Dear, my Philly,
She’s down i’the grove, she’s wi’a new Love,
She winnacome hameto her Willy.

What says she my dear, my Philly?
What says she my dear, my Philly?
She lets thee to wit she has thee forgot,
And forever disowns thee, her Willy.

O had I ne’er seen thee, my Philly!
O had I ne’er seen thee, my Philly!
As light as the air, and fauseas thou’s fair,
Thou’s broken the heart o’thy Willy.