Ca' the yowes to the knowes
Ca' them where the heather grows
Ca' them where the burnie rowes
My bonie dearie
When I went down the water-side
'twas I met my shepherd lad:
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid
And ca'd me I his dearie
Will ye come down the water-side
To see the fishes sweetly glide
Beneath the hazel spreading wide
And the moon that shines so clearly
If ye'll but stand to what ye've said
I will come with you, my bonie lad
And ye may row me in your plaid
And I will be your dearie
As waters wimple to the sea
While day breaks in the sky so high
Till clay-cauld death shall blind my eye
I shall be thy dearie
Till clay-cauld death shall blind my eye
I shall be thy dearie
Ca' them where the heather grows
Ca' them where the burnie rowes
My bonie dearie
When I went down the water-side
'twas I met my shepherd lad:
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid
And ca'd me I his dearie
Will ye come down the water-side
To see the fishes sweetly glide
Beneath the hazel spreading wide
And the moon that shines so clearly
If ye'll but stand to what ye've said
I will come with you, my bonie lad
And ye may row me in your plaid
And I will be your dearie
As waters wimple to the sea
While day breaks in the sky so high
Till clay-cauld death shall blind my eye
I shall be thy dearie
Till clay-cauld death shall blind my eye
I shall be thy dearie
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