Come Back To Us, Davie

So, Davie, you 're gaeing to tak yo' a wife To halve a' yo' sorrows, an' sweeten yo' life; An' Davie, my laddie, I wish you enow Of joy and content on your shiny auld pow.

She 's feat and she 's brightsome, I ken, as the day When sinshine is whispering its luve to the May; Her cheeks are like blossoms, her mouth is a rose, And her teeth are the pearlies its petals enclose.

Of her voice, her ain music, I dinna' say mair, Than that 'tis a strain might a bogle ensnare, And her een they are stars beaming forth a bright flame To cheer a puir wanderer and lead him safe hame.

Yes, Davie, ye villain, ye 're sleekit and slee, Ye 've lift the door sneck and looped in afore me; Ye 've steek it ahint ye and lea'ed me alain, Like a dowie auld cat blinkin' by the hearth-stane.

Yet Davie, belyve, should you mind in your joy The puir lonely carlies you lo'ed as a boy, The memories of canty auld days we have spent Will come like the harp-tones o'er still waters sent.

Then come to me, Davie, auld days we 'll renew; We 'll heap the bit-ingle and bouse the auld brew; We 'll smoke the auld pipe, till we freshen your life, And send you back young as a boy to your wife.