CA’ THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES
Hark! the mavis’ e’ening sang,
Sounding Clouden’s woods amang;
Then a-faulding let us gang,
My bonnie dearie.
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie.
We’ll gae down by Clouden side,
Thro’ the hazels, spreading wide,
O’er the waves that sweetly glide,
To the moon sae clearly.
Ca’ the yowes, etc.
Yonder’s Clouden’s silent towers,
Where at moonshine midnight hours,
O’er the dewy bending flowers,
Fairies dance sae cheery.
Ca’ the yowes, etc.
Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
Thou’rt to love and Heav’n sae dear,
Nocht of ill may come thee near,
My bonnie dearie.
Ca’ the yowes, etc.
Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die—but canna part,
My bonnie dearie.
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie.
Hark! the mavis’ e’ening sang,
Sounding Clouden’s woods amang.