Dainty Davie (1823)/Dainty Davie

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

For other versions of this work, see Dainty Davie.

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dainty davie.

Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,
To deck her gay green spreading bow'rs
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 kind-hearted Davie.

The crystal water round us fa',
The merry birds are lovers a',
The scented breezes round us blaw,
A-wand'ring wi' my Davie.
Meet me, &c.

When purple morning starts the hare,
To steal upon her early fare,
The thro' the dews I will repair,
To meet me faithfu' Davic.
Meet me, &c.

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