Dainty Davie

O leeze me on his curly pow,Bonie Davie, dainty Davie;Leeze me on his curly pow,He was my dainty Davie.

Being pursued by the dragoons,Within my bed he was laid down,And weel I wat he was worth his room,My ain dear dainty Davie.

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My minnie laid him at my back,I trow he lay na lang at that,But turn'd, and in a verra crackProduc'd a dainty Davie.

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Then in the field among the pease,Behin' the house o' Cherrytrees,Again he wan atweesh my thies,And creesh'd them weel wi' gravy.

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But had I goud, or had I land,I should be a' at his command;I'll ne'er forget what he pat i' my hand,It was sic a dainty Davie.

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