Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 284. Song—Ca’ the Yowes to the Knowes (older set) |
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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 | |
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| AS I gaed down the water-side, | 5 |
| 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. | |
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| Will ye gang down the water-side, | 10 |
| And see the waves sae sweetly glide | |
| Beneath the hazels spreading wide, | |
| The moon it shines fu’ clearly. | |
| Ca’ the yowes, &c. | |
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| Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet, | 15 |
| 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. | |
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| If ye’ll but stand to what ye’ve said, | 20 |
| 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. | |
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| While waters wimple to the sea, | 25 |
| 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. | |
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