Ca' the yowes to the knowesnCall them where the heather growsnCall them where the burnie rowesnMy bonnie deariennWhen I went down the water-sidenTo see the fishes sweetly plaidnBeneath the hazel spreading widenAnd the moon that shines so clearlynnWhen I went down the water-siden'Twas there I met my shepherd ladnHe row'd me sweetly in his plaidnAnd called me, I his deariennIf you'll but stand to what you've saidnI'll come with you, my bonnie ladnAnd you may row me in your plaidnAnd i will be your deariennYou will get gowns and ribbons meetnAnd leather shoes upon your feetnAnd in my arms you'll lie and sleepnMy bonnie deariennAs waters wimple to the seanWhile day breaks in the sky so highnTill' clay-cold death shall blind my eyenI shall be thy deariennTill' clay-cold death shall blind my eyenI shall be thy dearie