Christine Kydd - Dainty Davie

In yonder town there lived a maid

And she was mistress of her trade

She fell in love with a roving blade

And his name was Dainty Davie

So leeze me on thy curly pow

Bonnie Davie, Dainty Davie

Leeze me on thy curly pow

My ain dear Dainty Davie

Being chased by some dragoons

Within my bed he was laid doon

I trow he was well worth his room

My aim dear Dainty Davie

So leeze me on thy curly pow

Bonnie Davie, Dainty Davie

Leeze me on thy curly pow

My ain dear Dainty Davie

My nonnie laid him at my back

I trow he laid na lang at that

But he turned and in a verra crack

He produced a Dainty Davie

So leeze me on thy curly pow

Bonnie Davie, Dainty Davie

Leeze me on thy curly pow

My ain dear Dainty Davie

In the fields amongst the pease

And among the cherry trees

T’was there he kissed me as he pleased

My ain dear Dainty Davie

So leeze me on thy curly pow

Bonnie Davie, Dainty Davie

Leeze me on thy curly pow

My ain dear Dainty Davie