Down the burn Davie

As down the burn they took their way, And thro' the flowery dale; His cheek to hers he aft did lay, And love was ay the tale. With 'Mary, when shall we return, Sic pleasure to renew;' Quoth Mary, Love, I like the burn, And ay shall follow you.


Alison Peebles

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1793 and is read here by Alison Peebles.

More about this song

George Thomson admired the traditional song of Down the Burn Davie, but lamented that it concluded in an objectionable manner.

He commissioned Burns to write ‘a single elegant stanza’ so that, ‘this most exquisite song may no longer be excluded from good company’.

At first Burns responded by stating that he would not touch the original, but he duly sent his revisions to Thomson in September 1793.

He was told by Robert Riddell’s father that the air for this particular song had been composed by David Maigh, the keeper of the blood slough hounds which belonged to the Laird of Riddell in Tweeddale.

Ralph McLean

Themes for this song


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