Ca' the Yowes (Arr. by Adrian Peacock)

Ca' the yowes to the knowes Ca' them where the heather grows Ca' them where the burnie rowes My bonnie dearie. As I gaed down the water-side There I met my shepherd lad He rowed me sweetly in his plaid And ca'd me his dearie. Will ye gang down the water-side And see the waves sae sweetly glide Beneath hazels spreading wide The moon it shines fu' clearly. If ye'll but stand to what ye've said I se gang wi' thee, my shepherd lad And ye may row me in your plaid And I sall be your dearie. Ca' the yowes, my bonnie dearie."