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 rowd me sweetly in his plaid,
And he cad 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 yese lie and sleep,
An ye sall be my dearie.
Ca the yowes, &c.
If yell but stand to what yeve said,
Ise 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 ee,
Ye sall be my dearie.
Ca the yowes, &c.