Ca’ The Ewes - The Corries

Ca' the ewes to the Knowes

Ca' the whare the heather grows

Ca' them whare the burnie rows

My bonie dearie

As I gaed down the water-side

There I met my shepherd-lad

He rowd me sweetly in his plaid

And he ca’d me his dearie

Ca' the ewes …

Will ye gang down the water-side

And see the waves sae sweetly glide

Beneath the hazels spreading wide

The moon it shines fu' clearly

Ca' the ewes

While waters wimple to the sea

While day blinks in the lift sae hie

Till clay-cauld death sall blin' my e’e

Ye sall be my dearie