It was in and through the window broads,|
Arid all the tirliewirlies o'd;
The sweetest kiss that e'er I got
Was from my Dainty Davie.
O, leeze me on your curly pow,
Dainty Davie, dainty Davie,
Leeze me on your curly pow,
My ain dainty Davie.
It was down amang my daddy's pease,|
And undemeath the cherry trees;
O there he kist me as he pleased,
For he was mine ain dear Davie.
When he was chased by a dragoon,
Into my bed he was laid doon,
I thought him worthy o' his room,
And he's ay my dainty Davie.
|The Rev. David Williamson, who died in 1706, is said to be the original Dainty Davie. The song is based on an unauthenticated incident mentioned by Dean Swift; the story being that David Wi!liamson, while fleeing from pursuing dragoons, took refuge in the bed of the daughter of the Lord of Cherrytrees. The hunted man apparently made good use of his time. He afterwards married the young lady.|
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