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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.