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Denty Daivy


Bein pursued by the dragoons, Within my bed he was laid doun An weel I wat he was worth his room, My ain dear denty Davie. O leeze me on his curly pow, Bonnie Davie, denty Davie; Leeze me on his curly pow, He was my denty Davie. My minnie laid him at my back, I trow he lay na lang at that, But turned, an in a vera crack Produced a denty Davie. Then in the field amang the pease, Behin� the hoose o Cherrytrees, Again he wan atweesh my thies, An, splash! gaed oot his gravy. But haed I gowd, or haed I land, It should be a� at his command; I�ll ne�er forget what he pat i� my hand, It was a denty Davie. O leeze me on his curly pow, Bonnie Davie, denty Davie; Leeze me on his curly pow, He was my denty Davie

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Siobhan Redmond

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This is a song by Robert Burns. It is read here by Siobhan Redmond.

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