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