Song—Dainty Davie

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

Chorus.—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 on, &c.

As purple morning starts the hare,
To steal upon her early fare,
Then thro' the dews I will repair,
  To meet my faithfu' Davie.
    Meet me on, &c.

When day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's rest,
I flee to his arms I loe' the best,
  And that's my ain dear Davie.
    Meet me on, &c.
Song—Dainty Davie

by Robert Burns, 1793
