William Horsley
(1774 - 1858)

You pretty birds
(S.A.T.B.)
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Published London, 1815.
Lyrics: John Dryden

You pretty birds, that sit and sing
Amidst the shady valleys,
And see how sweetly Phillis walks
Within her guarded alleys;
Go pretty birds, unto her bow'r;
Sing pretty birds, she may not low'r.
For fear my fairest Phillis frown,
You pretty wantons warble.
Go tune your voices' harmony,
And sing I am her lover.
Strain low and high, that ev'ry note
With sweet consent may move her.
Go pretty birds, unto her hie,
Haste pretty birds, unto her fly.
Ah me! methinks I see her frown,
You pretty wantons warble.