Flora gave me fairest flowersJ. WilbyeFlora gave me fairest flowers,None so fair in Flora's treasure.These I placed on Phyllis' bowers,She was pleased, and she my pleasure.Smiling meadows seem to say:Come, ye wantons, here to play.
← LibraryJ. Wilbye · songFlora gave me fairest flowersSong 4 of 4lyrics: AnonymousSourceEdition AEdition BAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongFlora gave me fairest flowerslyrics: AnonymousFloraflˈɔːɹɐgaveɡˈeɪvmemˈiːfairestfˈeəɹəstflowersˈflaʊ.əz,NonenʌnsosˈəʊfairfˈeəinˈɪnFloraflˈɔːɹɐ'streasuretɹˈɛʒɐ.TheseðˈiːzIplacedplˈeɪstonˈɒnPhyllisˈfɪlɪs'bowersˈbaʊə(ɹ),Sheʃˈiːwaswˈɒzpleasedplˈiːzd,andˈændsheʃˈiːmymˈaɪpleasureplˈɛʒɐ.Smilingsmˈaɪlɪŋmeadowsmˈɛdəʊzseemsˈiːmtotˈuːsaysˈeɪ:Comekˈʌm,yejiːwantonswˈɒntənz,herehˈiətotˈuːplayplˈeɪ.