Ca' the yowes to the knowes   Call them where the heather grows   Call them where the burnie rowes   My bonnie dearie      When I went down the water-side   To see the fishes sweetly plaid   Beneath the hazel spreading wide   And the moon that shines so clearly      When I went down the water-side   'Twas there I met my shepherd lad   He row'd me sweetly in his plaid   And called me, I his dearie      If you'll but stand to what you've said   I'll come with you, my bonnie lad   And you may row me in your plaid   And i will be your dearie      You will get gowns and ribbons meet   And leather shoes upon your feet   And in my arms you'll lie and sleep   My bonnie dearie      As waters wimple to the sea   While day breaks in the sky so high   Till' clay-cold death shall blind my eye   I shall be thy dearie      Till' clay-cold death shall blind my eye   I shall be thy dearie