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| CA’ the yowes to the knowes, 1 | |
| Ca’ them whare the heather grows, | |
| Ca’ them whare the burnie rows 2 | |
| My bonnie dearie. | |
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| As I gaed down the water side, | 5 |
| There I met my shepherd lad, | |
| He rowed me sweetly in his plaid, | |
| And he ca’d me his dearie. | |
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| Will ye gang down the water side, | |
| And see the waves sae sweetly glide | 10 |
| Beneath the hazels spreading wide? | |
| The moon it shines fu’ clearly. | |
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| I was bred up at nae sic school, | |
| My shepherd lad, to play the fool; | |
| And a’ the day to sit in dool, | 15 |
| And naebody to see me. | |
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| Ye shall get gowns and ribbons meet, | |
| Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet, | |
| And in my arms ye’se lie and sleep, | |
| And ye shall be my dearie. | 20 |
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| If ye ’ll but stand to what ye ’ve said, | |
| I ’se gang wi’ you, my shepherd lad; | |
| And ye may row me in your plaid, | |
| And I shall be your dearie. | |
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| While waters wimple to the sea, | 25 |
| While day blinks in the lift sae hie; | |
| Till clay-cauld death shall blin’ my ee, | |
| Ye aye shall be my dearie. | |
