Ca' the ewes to the Knowes, Ca' the whare the heather grows, Ca' them whare the burnie rows, My bonie dearie As I gaed down the water-side There I met my shepherd-lad, He rowd me sweetly in his plaid, And he ca'd me his dearie Ca' the ewes ... Will ye gang down the water-side And see the waves sae sweetly glide Beneath the hazels spreading wide, The moon it shines fu' clearly Ca' the ewes While waters wimple to the sea, While day blinks in the lift sae hie, Till clay-cauld death sall blin' my e'e, Ye sall be my dearie.