Ca' the ewes to the Knowes
Ca' the whare the heather grows
Ca' them whare the burnie rows
My bonie dearie

As I gaed down the water-side
There I met my shepherd-lad
He rowd me sweetly in his plaid
And he ca'd me his dearie

Ca' the ewes ...

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 ewes

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