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daty davie

now rosy ay es wi&039; flowers,

to deck her gay, green-spreadg bowers;

and now es the happy hours,

to wander wi&039; y davie

chor—et on the warlock knowe,

daty davie, daty davie;

there i&039;ll spend the day wi&039; you,

y a dear daty davie

the crystal waters round fa&039;,

the rry birds are lovers a&039;,

the scented breezes round bw,

a wanderg wi&039; y davie

et on, c

as purple orng starts the hare,

to steal upon her early fare,

then thro&039; the dews i will repair,

to et y faithfu&039; davie

et on, c

when day, expirg the west,

the curta draws o&039; nature&039;s rest,

i flee to his ars i loe&039; the best,

and that&039;s y a dear davie

et on, c