Call the Yowes

Call the yowes tae the knowes Call them where the heather grows Call them where the burnie rolls My bonnie dearie As I went down the water side There I met my shepherd lad He rolled me sweetly in his plaid And he called me his dearie Will you go down the water side To see the waves so sweetly glide Beneath the hazel spreading wide The moon it shines full clearly You shall have gowns and ribbons meet Calf leather shoes upon your feet And in my arms you'll lie and sleep And you shall be my dearie If you'll but stand to what you said I'll go with you my shepherd lad And you may roll me in your plaid And I shall be your dearie While waters wimple to the sea While day blinks in the sky so high Til clay cold death shall blind my eye You shall be my dearie Call the yowes tae the knowes Call them where the heather grows Call them where the burnie rolls My bonnie dearie