CHORUS: O leeze me on his curly pow, Bonnie Davie, dainty Davie; Leeze me on his curly pow, He was my dainty Davie. Being pursu'd by the dragoons, Within my bed he was laid down, And weel I wat he was worth his room, My ain dear dainty Davie. My minnie laid him at my back I trow he lay na lang at that But turn'd, and in a verra crack Produc'd a dainty Davie. Then in the field amang the pease, Behin' the house o' Cherrytrees, Again he wan atweesh my thies And creesh'd them weel wi' gravy. But had I goud, or had I land, It should be a' at his command; I'll ne'er forget what he pat i' my hand, It was a dainty Davie.
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