Select collection No. XXX/Dainty Davie

Dainty Davie.

Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,
To deck her gay green spreading bowers;
And now comes in my happy hours,
⁠To wander wi’ my Davie.

⁠⁠Meet me on the warlock knowe,
⁠⁠⁠Dainty Davie, dainty Davie,
⁠⁠There I'll spend the day wi’ you,
⁠⁠⁠My ain dear dainty Davie.

The crystal waters round us fa’,
The merry birds are lovers a’,
The scented breezes round us blaw,
⁠A wandering wi' my Davie.
⁠⁠⁠⁠Meet me, &c.

When purple morning starts the hare,
To steal upon her early fare,
Then thro' the dews I will repair,
⁠To meet thy faithu' Davie.
⁠⁠⁠⁠Meet me, &c.

When day expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o’ nature's rest,
I flee to his arms I lo'e best,
⁠And that's my ain dear Davie.
⁠⁠⁠⁠Meet me, &c.