Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes
Chorus.—Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,Ca’ them where the heather grows,Ca’ them where the burnie rowes,My bonie dearie
As I gaed down the water-side,There I met my shepherd lad:He row’d me sweetly in his plaid,And he ca’d me his dearie.Ca’ the yowes, &c.
Will ye gang down the water-side,And see the waves sae sweetly glideBeneath the hazels spreading wide,The moon it shines fu’ clearly.Ca’ the yowes, &c.
Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,And in my arms ye’se lie and sleep,An’ ye sall be my dearie.Ca’ the yowes, &c.
If ye’ll but stand to what ye’ve said,I’se gang wi’ thee, my shepherd lad,And ye may row me in your plaid,And I sall be your dearie.Ca’ the yowes, &c.
While waters wimple to the sea,While day blinks in the lift sae hie,Till clay-cauld death sall blin’ my e’e,Ye sall be my dearie.Ca’ the yowes, &c.