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.