DAINTY DAVIE. OW rosy May comes in wi' flowers, NOW 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, The crystal waters round us fa', The merry birds are lovers a', The scented breezes round us blaw, When purple morning starts the hare, Then through the dews I will repair, When day, expiring in the west, I flee to his arms I lo'e best, And that's my ain dear Davie. |