Chorus.—Ca'the yowes to the knowes,

Ca' them where the heather grows,

Ca' them where the burnie rowes,

My bonie Dearie.

Hark the mavis' e'ening sang,

Sounding Clouden's woods amang;

Then a-faulding let us gang,

My bonie Dearie.

Ca' the yowes, &c.

We'll gae down by Clouden side,

Thro' the hazels, spreading wide,

O'er the waves that sweetly glide,

To the moon sae clearly.

Ca' the yowes, &c.

Yonder Clouden's silent towers,[1]

Where, at moonshine's midnight hours,

O'er the dewy-bending flowers,

Fairies dance sae cheery.

Ca' the yowes, &c.

Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear,

Thou'rt to Love and Heav'n sae dear,

Nocht of ill may come thee near;

My bonie Dearie.

Ca' the yowes, &c.

Fair and lovely as thou art,

Thou hast stown my very heart;

I can die—but canna part,

My bonie Dearie.

Ca' the yowes, &c.

[1] An old ruin in a sweet situation at the confluence of the Clouden and the Nith.—R. B.