Lyr Add: Dainty Davie

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Dainty Davie
From:
Date: 03 Feb 05 - 05:37 PM

Nutty, did you check by the title? With Davie spelled in so many ways, it's always best to try a search using a unique portion of the song.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Dainty Davie
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 03 Feb 05 - 02:43 PM

For anyone wondering what dulcimer is talking about, see thread 9055: curly pow

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Dainty Davie
From: dulcimer
Date: 03 Feb 05 - 07:11 AM

It seems to me the curly pow version done by popular Irish folk groups is a "sanitized" version for more mass consumption. I had to read the original Burns versions to get the rest of the story.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Dainty Davie
From: nutty
Date: 03 Feb 05 - 02:38 AM

Funny ... it didn't show when I did a search which is why I posted it .

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Dainty Davie
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 02 Feb 05 - 07:55 PM

Burns commented on this poem: "The title of the song only is old; the rest is mine."

It is in the DT.
Nigel gave an extra verse in thread 56534, but it comes from Johnson's Museum.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Dainty Davie
From: Joybell
Date: 02 Feb 05 - 07:23 PM

Thank you nutty. I've always had trouble with the "curly pow" version. I find it's a distraction that listeners get hung up on. I'm keen to give this one a try. Cheers, Joy

Subject: Lyr Add: Dainty Davie
From: nutty
Date: 02 Feb 05 - 06:18 PM

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.