Ca' the yowes tae the knowes
Ca' them whar the heather grows
Ca' them whar the burnie rows
My bonnie dearie

Hark, the mavis' e'enin' sang
Soundin' Cluden's woods amang;
Then a fauldin' let us gang
My bonnie dearie

We'll gang down by Clouden side
Through the hazels spreading wide
O'er the waves that sweetly glide
To the moon sae clearly

Fair and lovely as thou art
Thou hast stol'n my very heart;
I can die, but canna part
My bonnie Dearie

While waters wimple to the sea
While day blinks in the lift sae hie
Till death shall blin' my e'e
Ye shall be my dearie