This is not the 'curly pow' version but is taken from 'The Poems and Songs of Robert Burns' edited by Andrew Lang and published by Methuen and Co. in London in 1904.

Dainty Davie

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

Chorus
Meet me on the warlock knowe
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie
There I'll spend the day wi' you
My ain dear Dainty Davie

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

As purple morning starts the hare
To steal upon her early fare
Then thro' the dews I will repair
Th 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

Lang says of Dainty Davie "An old Scottish hero of song: the name was bestowed on the Rev. David Williamson, the Covenanting Minister so justly admired by Charles the Second, for his prowess and presence of mind in very trying circumstances.