LXXXII.
CA’ THE EWES.
Tune—“Ca’ the ewes to the knowes.”
[Most of this sweet pastoral is of other days: Burns made several emendations, and added the concluding verse. He afterwards, it will be observed, wrote for Thomson a second version of the subject and the air.]
CHORUS
Ca’ the ewes to the knowes,
Ca’ them whare the heather grows,
Ca’ them whare the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie!
I.
As I gaed down the water-side,
There I met my shepherd lad,
He row’d me sweetly in his plaid,
An’ he ca’d me his dearie.
II.