Ca' The Yowes Lyrics

Pamela Wyn Shannon Ca' The Yowes

Ca' the yowes to the knowes
Ca' them where the heather grows
Ca' them where the burnie rowes
My bonnie dearie

As I went down the water-side
T'was there I met my shepherd lad
He rolled me sweetly in his plaid
And he called me aye his dearie

Will you come down the water-side
To see the fishes gently glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide
The moon that shines so clearly

If you'll stand by the words you've said
I'll go with you, my shepherd lad
And you may roll me in your plaid
And I shall be your dearie

You shall have gowns and ribbons meet
And leather shoon upon your feet
And in my arms you'll lie and sleep
My bonnie dearie

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