William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Ca the Yowes to the KnowesRobert Burns (17591796)
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Ca’ them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnie rowes,
My bonnie Dearie.
Sounding Clouden’s woods amang;
Then a-faulding let us gang,
My bonnie Dearie.
Thro’ the hazels, spreading wide,
O’er the waves that sweetly glide,
To the moon sae clearly.
Where, at moonshine’s midnight hours,
O’er the dewy bending flowers,
Fairies dance sae cheery.
Thou’rt to Love and Heaven sae dear,
Nocht of ill may come thee near;
My bonnie Dearie.
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die—but canna part,
My bonnie Dearie.
Ca’ them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnie rowes,
My bonnie Dearie.