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 glide
beneath 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.