1. Upon a hill, the bonny boy, Sweet Thirsis sweetly play'd, And call'd his lambs their master's joy, And more he would have said. But love, that giveth lovers wings, Withdrew his mind from other things. 2. His pipe and he could not agree, For Milla was his note. This silly pipe could never get This lovely name by rote. With that, they both fell in a sound, He fell asleep, his pipe to ground.