GREEN FIELDS Words: English, 18c, in Bodleian broadside Harding B22 (370) located by Barbara Swetman in the Mudcat lyric database Tune: English, 18c, see GREEN FIELDS (Sacred Harp, p. 127) Farewell ye green fields and sweet groves, Where Phyllis engaged my fond heart; Where nightingales warble their loves, And nature is dressed without art. No pleasure they now can afford, Nor music can lull me to rest, For Phyllis proves false to her word, And Strephon can never be blest. Oft times by the side of a spring, Where roses and lillies appear, Gay Phyllis of Strephon would sing-- For Strephon was all she held dear. So soon as the sound by my eyes, The passion that glow'd in my breast She then to my grief and surprize Prov'd all she said was a jest. Too soon to my sorrow I find, The beauties alone that will last Are those that are fixt in the mind, Which envy or time cannot blast. Beware, then, beware who ye trust Coquets who to love make pretense; For Phyllis to me had been just, If nature had blest her with sense.