Ca’ the Yowes

Call the ewes to the knowes
Call them where the heather grows
Call them where the burnie rowes
My bonny dearie

As I went down the water-side
'Twas there I met my shepherd lad;
He rolled me sweetly in his plaid
And called me I his dearie

Will ye come down the water-side
To see the fishes sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide
And the moon that shines full clearly

Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet
Cauf-leather shoen upon your feet
And in my arms ye'se lie and sleep
An' ye sall be my dearie

If you'll but stand to what you've said
I'll come with you, my bonny lad
And you may roll me in your plaid
And I shall be your dearie

You shall get gowns and ribbons meet
And leather shoen upon your feet
And in my arms you'll lie and sleep
My bonny dearie

While waters wimple to the sea
While day breaks in the sky so high
Till clay-cold death shall blind my eye
Ye I shall be my dearie