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 Ca’them whare the burnie rowes,

My bonnie dearie.

Hark! the mavis’evening sang

Sounding Clouden's woods amang;

Then a-faulding let us gang,

My bonnie dearie

Ca' the, &c.

We’ll gang down by the Clouden side.

Thro the hazels spreading wide.

O’er the waves that sweetly glide,

To the moon sae clearly.

Ca’ the, &c.

Yonder Clouden’s silent towers,

Where at moonshine midnight hours,

O'er the dewy bending flowers,

Fairies dance sae cheery.

Ca’ the, &c.

Ghoist 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. See.

Fair and lovely as thou art,

Thou hast stolen my very heart;

I can die—but canna part.

My bonnie dearie.

Ca' the, &c,