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.
Chorus.—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.
Meet me on, &c.
As purple morning starts the hare,
To steal upon her early fare,
Then thro’ the dews I will repair,
To meet my faithfu’ Davie.
Meet me on, &c.
When day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o’ Nature’s rest,
I flee to his arms I loe’ the best,
And that’s my ain dear Davie.
Meet me on, &c.
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