The complete works of Robert Burns : containing his poems, songs, and correspondence . ady of Cherrytrecs, and otherchildren besides the one which his hiding from the dragoons pro-duced. When Charles tlie was luld of the adventure and itsupshot, he is said to have exclaimed, Gods fish ! that beats meand the oak : the man ought to be made a bishop.] Now rosy May comes in wi flowers,To deck her gay, green-spreading bowersAnd now comes in my happy hours,To wander wi my Davie. Meet mc on the warlcck knowe. Dainty Davie, dainty Davie,There Ill spend the day wi you,My ain dear dainty Davie.
The complete works of Robert Burns : containing his poems, songs, and correspondence . ady of Cherrytrecs, and otherchildren besides the one which his hiding from the dragoons pro-duced. When Charles tlie was luld of the adventure and itsupshot, he is said to have exclaimed, Gods fish ! that beats meand the oak : the man ought to be made a bishop.] Now rosy May comes in wi flowers,To deck her gay, green-spreading bowersAnd now comes in my happy hours,To wander wi my Davie. Meet mc on the warlcck knowe. Dainty Davie, dainty Davie,There Ill spend the day wi you,My ain dear dainty Davie. The crystal waters round us meiTy birds are lovers scented breezes round us blaw,A wandering wi my Davie. III. When purple morning starts the steal upon her early fare,Then thro the dews I will meet my faithfu Davie. When day, expiring in the west,The curtain draws o natures rest,I flee to his arms I loe thats my ain dear me on the warlock knowe, Bonnie Davie, dainty Davie, There Ill spend the day wi you, My ain dear dainty 3 f. t- OF ROBERT BURNS. to |)ig JHen at 33annocfeburn. FIRST VERSION. Tune.— Hey^ tuttie tatties 205 Syme of Uyedale states that this fine ode was composed during astorm of rain and fire, among the wilds of Glenken in Galloway : thepoet himself ijives an account much less romantic. In speaking ofthe air to Thomson, he says, There is a tradition which I have metwith in many places in Scotland, that it was Robert Uruccs marchat the battle of Haimockbuni. This thought, in my solitary wan-derings, warmed me to apitch of enthusiasm on the theme of libertyand independence, which I threw into a kind of Scottish ode, fittedto tlie air, that one might suppose to be the royal Scots address to hisheroic followers on that eventful morning. It was written in Sep-tember, 1793.^ Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled,Scots, wham Bruce has aften led ;Welcome to your gory bed,Or to victorie ! Nows the day, an
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