Ca’ The Yowes To The Knowes

“Chorus.-Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnierowes,
My boniedearie

As I gaeddown the water-side,
There I met my shepherd lad:
He row’d me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca’d me his dearie.
Ca’ the yowes, &c.

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 yowes, &c.

Ye sall getgowns and ribbons meet,
Cauf-leathershoonupon your feet,
And in my arms ye’selie and sleep,
An’ye sall be my dearie.
Ca’ the yowes, &c.

If ye’ll butstand to what ye’ve said,
I’segangwi’thee, my shepherd lad,
And ye may rowme in your plaid,
And I sall be your dearie.
Ca’ the yowes, &c.

While waters wimpleto the sea,
While day blinks in the liftsaehie,
Tillclay-caulddeath sall blin’my e’e,
Ye sallbe my dearie.
Ca’the yowes, &c.”

By |2018-11-12T18:27:31+00:00November 12th, 2018|1789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

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