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-leathershoon 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'segangwi' 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 liftsae hie,

Tillclay-cauld death sall blin' my e'e,

Ye sall be my dearie.

Ca' the yowes, &c.