ISOBEL PAGAN1741-1821
1741-1821
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,Ca’ them whare the heather grows,Ca’ them whare the burnie rows,My bonnie dearie.As I gaed doun the water side,There I met my shepherd lad,He rowed me sweetly in his plaid,And he ca’d me his dearie.‘Will ye gang doun the water side,And see the waves sae sweetly glideBeneath the hazels spreading wide,The moon it shines fu’ clearly.’I was bred up at nae sic school,My shepherd lad, to play the fool;And a’ the day to sit in dool,And naebody to see me.‘Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,And in my arms ye’se lie and sleep,And ye sall be my dearie.’‘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 sall be your dearie.’‘While waters wimple to the sea,While day blinks in the lift sae hie;Till clay-cauld death sall blin’ my e’eYe aye shall be my dearie.’
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,Ca’ them whare the heather grows,Ca’ them whare the burnie rows,My bonnie dearie.As I gaed doun the water side,There I met my shepherd lad,He rowed me sweetly in his plaid,And he ca’d me his dearie.‘Will ye gang doun the water side,And see the waves sae sweetly glideBeneath the hazels spreading wide,The moon it shines fu’ clearly.’I was bred up at nae sic school,My shepherd lad, to play the fool;And a’ the day to sit in dool,And naebody to see me.‘Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,And in my arms ye’se lie and sleep,And ye sall be my dearie.’‘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 sall be your dearie.’‘While waters wimple to the sea,While day blinks in the lift sae hie;Till clay-cauld death sall blin’ my e’eYe aye shall be my dearie.’
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,Ca’ them whare the heather grows,Ca’ them whare the burnie rows,My bonnie dearie.
Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them whare the heather grows,
Ca’ them whare the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.
As I gaed doun the water side,There I met my shepherd lad,He rowed me sweetly in his plaid,And he ca’d me his dearie.
As I gaed doun the water side,
There I met my shepherd lad,
He rowed me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca’d me his dearie.
‘Will ye gang doun the water side,And see the waves sae sweetly glideBeneath the hazels spreading wide,The moon it shines fu’ clearly.’
‘Will ye gang doun the water side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide,
The moon it shines fu’ clearly.’
I was bred up at nae sic school,My shepherd lad, to play the fool;And a’ the day to sit in dool,And naebody to see me.
I was bred up at nae sic school,
My shepherd lad, to play the fool;
And a’ the day to sit in dool,
And naebody to see me.
‘Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,And in my arms ye’se lie and sleep,And ye sall be my dearie.’
‘Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,
Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,
And in my arms ye’se lie and sleep,
And ye sall be my dearie.’
‘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 sall be your dearie.’
‘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 sall be your dearie.’
‘While waters wimple to the sea,While day blinks in the lift sae hie;Till clay-cauld death sall blin’ my e’eYe aye shall be my dearie.’
‘While waters wimple to the sea,
While day blinks in the lift sae hie;
Till clay-cauld death sall blin’ my e’e
Ye aye shall be my dearie.’