Ca’ the ewes to the knows,
Ca’ them whare the heather grows,
Ca’ them whare the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie.
As I gaed
down the water-side,
There I met my shepherd lad;
He row’d me sweetly in his plaid,
An’ he ca’d me his dearie.
gang down the water-side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide!
The moon it shines fu’ clearly.
I was bred
up at nae sic school,
My shepherd lad, to play the fool,
And a’ the day to sit in dool,
And naebody to cheer me.
get gowns and ribbons meet –
Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,
And in my arms ye’se lie and sleep,
And ye sall be my dearie.
but stand to what ye’ve said,
Ise gang wi’ you, my shepherd lad,
And ye may rowe me inyour plaid,
And I sall be your dearie.
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.