Ca' the Yowes to the Knowes

Then may Heaven with prosp❜rous gales
Fill my sailor's welcome sails,

To my arms their charge convey,
My dear lad that's far away!
On the seas, etc.

Ca' the Yowes to the Knowes

TUNE-"Ca' the Yowes to the Knowes."

H

ARK! the mavis' evening sang
Sounding Cluden's woods amang,

Then a-faulding let us gang,

My bonnie dearie.

CHORUS.

Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.

We'll gae down by Cluden side,
Thro' the hazels spreading wide,
O'er the waves that sweetly glide
To the moon sae clearly.
Ca' the, etc.

Yonder Cluden's silent towers,

Where at moonshine midnight hours,
O'er the dewy-bending flowers,

Fairies dance sae cheery.
Ca' the, etc.

Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
Thou'rt to love and Heaven sae dear,

Nocht of ill may come thee near,

My bonnie dearie.

Ca' the, etc.

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die-but canna part,
My bonnie dearie.

Ca' the, etc.

While waters wimple to the sea;
While day blinks in the lift sae hie;

Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my e'e,
Ye shall be my dearie.
Ca' the, etc.

She says she Lo'es me Best of a'

TUNE-"Onagh's Waterfall."

AE flaxen were her ringlets,

SA

Her eyebrows of a darker hue,

Bewitchingly o'erarching

Twa laughing een o' bonnie blue. Her smiling, sae wyling,

Wad make a wretch forget his woe What pleasure, what treasure,

Unto these rosy lips to grow! Such was my Chloris' bonnie face, When first her bonnie face I saw, And aye my Chloris' dearest charm, She says she lo'es me best of a'.

Like harmony her motion;

Her pretty ancle is a spy Betraying fair proportion,

Wad make a saint forget the sky; Sae warming, sae charming,

Her faultless form and gracefu' air;

Ilk feature-auld Nature

Declar'd that she could do nae mair:

Bonnie Peg

Hers are the willing chains o' love,
By conquering beauty's sovereign law;
And aye my Chloris' dearest charm,
She says she lo'es me best of a'.

Let others love the city,

And gaudy show, at sunny noon; Gie me the lonely valley,

The dewy eve and rising moon;

Fair beaming and streaming,

Her silver light the boughs amang;

While falling, recalling,

The amorous thrush concludes his sang :
There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove
By wimpling burn and leafy shaw,
And hear my vows o' truth and love,
And say thou lo'es me best of a'?

A

Bonnie Peg

SI cam in by our gate end,

As day was waxin' weary,

O wha cam tripping down the street,
But bonnie Peg, my dearie!

Her air sae sweet and shape complete,
Wi' nae proportion wanting,

The Queen of Love did never move
Wi' motion mair enchanting.

Wi' linked hands, we took the sands
A-down yon winding river;

And, oh! that hour and shady bower,
Can I forget it ever?

Ah, Chloris

TUNE-"Major Graham,"

AH, Chloris, since it ha be,

That thou of love wilt hear;

If from the lover thou maun flee,
Yet let the friend be dear.

Altho' I love my Chloris mair
Than ever tongue could tell;
My passion I will ne'er declare,
I'll say, "I wish thee well."

Tho' a' my daily care thou art,
And a' my nightly dream,
I'll hide the struggle in my heart,
And say it is esteem.

O saw ye my Dear, my Phely?

TUNE-"When she cam ben she bobbit."

SAW ye my dear, my Phely?

O saw ye my dear, my Phely?

She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new love, She winna come hame to her Willy.

What says she, my dearest, my Phely?
What says she, my dearest, my Phely?
She lets thee to wit that she has thee forgot,
And for ever disowns thee her Willy.

O had I ne'er seen thee, my Phely!

O had I ne'er seen thee, my Phely!

As light as the air, and fause as thou's fair,
Thou'st broken the heart o' thy Willy.

H

Inconstancy in Love

How Lang and Dreary

TUNE-"Cauld Kail in Aberdeen."

WOW lang and dreary is the night,
When I am frae my dearie;

I restless lie frae e'en to morn,

Tho' I were ne'er sae weary.

CHORUS.

For oh, her lanely nights are lang;
And oh, her dreams are eerie ;
And oh, her widow'd heart is sair,
That's absent frae her dearie.

When I think on the lightsome days
I spent wi' thee, my dearie,
And now that seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie !

For oh, etc.

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours;
The joyless day how drearie!

It wasna sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi' my dearie.
For oh, etc.

L

Inconstancy in Love

TUNE-"Duncan Gray."

ET not woman e'er complain

Of inconstancy in love;

Let not woman e'er complain,
Fickle man is apt to rove: