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Irish Harp and
Voice: Barbary
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Ca’ the yowes tae the knowes (Call the ewes to the knolls)
Ca’ them whaur (where) the heather growes
Ca’ them whaur the burnie rowes (stream rolls)
My bonnie dearie
1. As I ga’ed doon (went down) the water side
Tis there I met my shepherd lad
He ro’ed (rolled) me sweetly in his plaid
And he ca’ed me his dearie
2. Will ye gang doon the waterside
Ta see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazel spreadin’ wide
The moon it shines fu’ (full) clearly
3. I was brought up in nae sic (no such) school
My shepherd lad to play the fool
And all the day to sit in dool (misery)
Wi’ naebody to see me
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4. Ye shall get goons (gowns) and ribbons meet
Cauf-leather shoon (calf-leather shoes) upon yer feet
And in my arms ye’ll lie and sleep
Ye shall be my dearie
5. If ye’ll but stand by what you’ve said
I’ll go wi’ you my shepherd lad
And ye may ro’ (roll) me in yer plaid
And I shall be yer dearie
6. While waters wimple ta the sea
While day blinks in the lift sae hie (sky so high)
Till clay cauld (cold) death shall blin’ my e’e (blind my eye)
Ye shall be my dearie
SCOTLAND; WORDS BY ROBERT
BURNS
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