Dainty Davie

written in 1793

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. 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. As purple morning starts the hare, To steal upon her early fare, Then thro' the dews I will repair, To meet my faithfu' Davie. 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 the warlock knowe , Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie; There I'll spend the day wi' you, My ain dear Dainty Davie.