Tullochgorum (Glasgow)/Ca' the Ewes to the Knowes
Ca’ the Ewes to the Knowes.
Ca’ the ewes to the knowes,Ca‘ them whare the heather grows,Ca‘ them whare the burnie rows,My bonnie dearie.
As I gaed down the water side,There I met my shepherd lad,He row’d me sweetly in his plaid,And ca’d me his dearie.Ca‘ the ewes, &c.
Will ye gang down the water side,And see the waves sae sweetly glideBeneath the hazels spreading wide,The moon it shines fu’ clearly.Ca’ the ewes, &c.
I was bred up at nae sic school,My shepherd lad, to play the fool;And a’ the day to sit in dool,And nae body to see me.Ca‘ the ewes, &c.
Ye shall get gowns and ribbons meet,Cauf leather shoon upon your feet; And in my arms ye‘se lie and sleep,And ye shall be my dearie.Ca‘ the ewes, &c.
If ye‘ll but stand to what ye‘ve said,I‘se gang wi‘ you, my shepherd lad;And ye may row me in your plaid,And I shall be your dearie.Ca‘ the ewes, &c
While waters wimple to the sea,While day blinks in the lift sae hie;Till clay-cauld death shall blind my ee,Ye shall be my dearie.Ca‘ the ewes, &c.