Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 430. Song—Dainty Davie |
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| 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. | |
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| Chorus.—Meet me on the warlock knowe, | 5 |
| Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie; | |
| There I’ll spend the day wi’ you, | |
| My ain dear Dainty Davie. | |
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| The crystal waters round us fa’, | |
| The merry birds are lovers a’, | 10 |
| The scented breezes round us blaw, | |
| A wandering wi’ my Davie. | |
| Meet me on, &c. | |
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| As purple morning starts the hare, | |
| To steal upon her early fare, | 15 |
| Then thro’ the dews I will repair, | |
| To meet my faithfu’ Davie. | |
| Meet me on, &c. | |
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| When day, expiring in the west, | |
| The curtain draws o’ Nature’s rest, | 20 |
| I flee to his arms I loe’ the best, | |
| And that’s my ain dear Davie. | |
| Meet me on, &c. | |
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