Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonnie Dearie. Hark the mavis' e'ening sang, Sounding Clouden's woods amang; Then a-faulding let us gang, My bonnie Dearie. Ca' the yowes, &c. We'll gae down by Clouden side, Thro' the hazels, spreading wide, O'er the waves that sweetly glide, To the moon sae clearly. Ca' the yowes, &c. Yonder Clouden's silent towers, Where, at moonshine's midnight hours, O'er the dewy-bending flowers, Fairies dance sae cheery. Ca' the yowes, &c. Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear, Thou'rt to Love and Heav'n sae dear, Nocht of ill may come thee near; My bonnie Dearie. Ca' the yowes, &c. Fair and lovely as thou art, Thou hast stown my very heart; I can die -- but canna part, My bonnie Dearie. |