Chorus.-Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
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Ca' them where the heather grows,
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Ca' them where the burnie rowes,
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My bonie dearie
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As I gaed down the water-side,
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There I met my shepherd lad:
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He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
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And he ca'd me his dearie.
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Ca' the yowes, &c.
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Will ye gang down the water-side,
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And see the waves sae sweetly glide
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Beneath the hazels spreading wide,
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The moon it shines fu' clearly.
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Ca' the yowes, &c.
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Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,
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Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,
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And in my arms ye'se lie and sleep,
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An' ye sall be my dearie.
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Ca' the yowes, &c.
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If ye'll but stand to what ye've said,
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I'se gang wi' thee, my shepherd lad,
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And ye may row me in your plaid,
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And I sall be your dearie.
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Ca' the yowes, &c.
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While waters wimple to the sea,
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While day blinks in the lift sae hie,
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Till clay-cauld death sall blin' my e'e,
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Ye sall be my dearie.
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Ca' the yowes, &c
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Ca' The Yowes To The Knowes
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| Andy M. Stewart |
