Ca' the yowes to the knowes Ca' them where the heather grows Ca' them where the burnie rowes My bonie dearie
When I went down the water-side 'twas I met my shepherd lad: He row'd me sweetly in his plaid And ca'd me I his dearie
Will ye come down the water-side To see the fishes sweetly glide Beneath the hazel spreading wide And the moon that shines so clearly
If ye'll but stand to what ye've said I will come with you, my bonie lad And ye may row me in your plaid And I will be your dearie
As waters wimple to the sea While day breaks in the sky so high Till clay-cauld death shall blind my eye I shall be thy dearie Till clay-cauld death shall blind my eye I shall be thy dearie