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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.

CHORUS.

Meet me on the warlock knowe,
Dainty Davie, jainty 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, &c.

When 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, &c.

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.

CHORUS.

Meet me on the warlock knowe,
Bonie Davie, dainty Davie,
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear dainty Davie.

TO JEANIE.

AIR "Cauld Kail."

COME, let me take thee to my breast, And pledge we ne'er shall sunder;

And I shall spurn, as vilest dust, The warld's wealth and grandeur.

And do I hear my Jeanie own,
That equal transports move her?

I ask for dearest life, alone,
That I may live to love her.

Thus in my arms, wi' all thy charms,
I clasp my countless treasure;
I'll seek nae mair o' heaven to share,
Than sic a moment's pleasure:

And by thy een, sae bonie blue,
I swear I'm thine for ever:
And on thy lips I seal my vow,
And break it shall I never.

CLOUDEN KNOWES.

TUNE "Ca' the Yowes to the knowes."

CHORUS.

CA' the yowes to the knowes,

Ca' them whare the heather graws,
Ca' them whare the burnie rows,
My bonie dearie.

Hark, the mavis' evening sang,
Sounding Clouden's woods amang;
Then a-faulding let us gang,
My bonie dearie.
Ca' the, &c.

We'll gae down by Clouden side,
Thro' the hazels spreading wide,
O'er the waves that sweetly glide
To the moon sae clearly,
Ca' the, &c.

Yonder Clouden's silent tow'rs,
Where at moonshine midnight hours,
O'er the dewy bending flowers,
Fairies dance sae cheery.
Ca' the, &c.

Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear; Thou'rt to love and heaven sae dear,

Nocht of ill may come thee near,
My bonie dearie.

Ca' the, &c.

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;

I can die but canna part,

My bonie dearie.

Ca' the, &c.

LOVELY NANCY.

TUNE "The Quaker's Wife."

THINE am I, my faithful fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Ev'ry pulse along my veins,
Ev'ry roving fancy.

To thy bosom lay my heart,

There to throb and languish: Tho' despair had wrung its core, That would heal its anguish.

Take away those rosy lips,

Rich with balmy treasure;

Turn away thine eyes of love,
Lest I die with pleasure.

What is life when wanting love? Night without a morning: Love's the cloudless summer sky, Nature's gay adorning.

TO CHLORIS.

TUNE "My lodging is on the cold ground.”

My Chloris, mark how green the groves,
The primrose-banks, how fair!

The balmy gales awake the flowers,
And wave thy flaxen hair.

The lav'rock shuns the palace gay,
And o'er the cottage sings;

For nature smiles as sweet, I ween,
To shepherds as to kings.

Let minstrels sweep the skilfu' string
In lordly lighted ha';

The shepherd stops his simple reed,
Blithe, in the birken shaw.

The princely revel may survey
Our rustic dance wi' scorn;
But are their hearts as light as ours,
Beneath the milk-white thorn?

The shepherd, in the flowery glen,
In shepherd's phrase will woo;
The courtier tells a finer tale,

But is his heart as true?

These wild-wood flowers, I've pu'd, to deck
That spotless breast o' thine;

The courtier's gems may witness love-
But 'tis na love like mine.

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