DAINTIE DAVIE (11)
Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,
To deck her gay green birken
And now come 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.
When purple morning starts the
To steal upon her early fare,
Then through the dews, I will
To meet my faithfu' Davie.
When day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's
I'll flee to his arms I lo'e best,
And that's my dainty Davie.
Footnote : A song collected by, and probably improved by, Robert Burns.
Thanks to our National Bard many songs were safe-guarded for future
generations to enjoy. Burns looked upon this as a service to the Scottish
Nation and neither asked for, or received, 'deil a haet' for the many
songs he supplied to George Thomson and James Johnson.