Robert Burns

Ca’ the Yowes

  	Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
  	Ca’ them where the heather grows,
  	Ca’ them where the burnie rows,
  		My bonnie dearie.

Hark! the mavis’ evening sang
Sounding Clouden’s woods amang;
Then a-faulding let us gang,
  	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 see clearly.

Yonder’s Clouden’s silent towers,
Where at moonshine midnight hours,
O’er the dewy-bending flowers,
  	Fairies dance sae cheery.

Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
Thou’rt to love and Heaven sae dear,
Nocht of ill may come thee near,
  	My bonnie dearie.

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou heat stown my very heart;
I can die – but canna part,
  	My bonnie dearie.