Poem by Robert Burns

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.

When purple morning starts the hare,
To steal upon her early fare,
Then through 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 lo’e best,
  And that’s my ain dear Davie.

1. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Gala Water
5. Stay My Charmer

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