Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers
To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers;
And now comes in the happy hours
To wander wi' my Davie.

The crystal waters round us fa'
The merry birds are lovers a',
The scented breezes round us blaw
A wandering wi' my Davie.

When purple morning starts the hare
To steal upon her early fare,
Then thro' the dews I will repair,
To meet my faithfu' Davie.

When day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's rest,
I flee to his arms I lo'e the best:
And that's my ain dear Davie!