I know a man in Texas whom you could call a modern Dainty Davy. He's small in size, sings beautifully, often has a twinkle in his eye, and has curly red-blonde hair. He has never lacked for feminine companionship.

Have you ever seen the statistics that show that official leaders of men (CEO's, etc)tend to be tall and have executive (smooth, thick) hair?

The saga of Dainty Davy is the saga of tall men being jealous because Dainty Davy appeals to the women and gets the girl. The more time passes, the more scurrilous the versions become. But the fact is, Dainty Davy won the girl and enjoyed a long and happy marriage, while Captain What's-His-Name found himself going to bachelor dinners, where he could only tell and retell the story, making it dirtier every time.

He never did figure out that looking like a soldier and having lines of cruelty and anger incised in his face were the things that were keeping the women away from him.

As for Davy getting in bed with the girl, that's all dirty old men talking. If you were running across country from thugs who might break your legs or fracture your skull, would you risk angering the women who gave you shelter? Given the fear and panic in your soul, could you possibly get it up? Of course not. Use your heads, guys.

It's a charming song, so let it stay charming.