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They had but little mense, wi' crimes
To blast my Daintie Davie.
The rankest weeds the garden spoil,
When Labour tak's the play a while,
The lamp gaes out for want o' oil,
And fae it far'd wi' Davie.
O, Dantie Davie, &c.

There's ne'er a bar but what's complete,
While ilka note is aye sae sweet,
That auld an' young get to their feet,
When they hear Daintie Davie.
Until the latest hour of time,
When Music a' her power shall tine,
Each hill an' dale, an' grove shall ring,
Wi' bonnie Daintie Davie.
O, Daintie Davie, &c.

Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch.

Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,
Wat ye how the cheated me,
As I came o'er the braes o' Balloch:

She vow'd, she swore she wad be mine,
She said the lo'ed me best of ony,