Ca' the Yowes to the Knowes

Ca' the yowes to the knowes

Call them where the heather grows

Call them where the burnie rowes

My bonnie dearie

When I went down the water-side

To see the fishes sweetly plaid

Beneath the hazel spreading wide

And the moon that shines so clearly

When I went down the water-side

'Twas there I met my shepherd lad

He row'd me sweetly in his plaid

And called me, I his dearie

If you'll but stand to what you've said

I'll come with you, my bonnie lad

And you may row me in your plaid

And i will be your dearie

You will get gowns and ribbons meet

And leather shoes upon your feet

And in my arms you'll lie and sleep

My bonnie dearie

As waters wimple to the sea

While day breaks in the sky so high

Till' clay-cold death shall blind my eye

I shall be thy dearie

Till' clay-cold death shall blind my eye

I shall be thy dearie