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.