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CA' THE EWES TO THE KNOWES

Author unknown. Key-note B minor.

CA' the ewes to the knowes,

Ca' them whare the heather grows,

Ca' them whare the burnie rows,

My bonnie dearie.

As I gaed down the water side,

There I met my shepherd lad,

He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,

And ca'd me his dearie.

Will ye gang down the waterside,

And see the waves sae gently glide.

Beneath the hazels spreading wide?

The moon it shines fa' clearly.

Ye shall get gowns and ribbons meet,

Cauf leather shoon to thy white feet,

And in my arms ye'se lie and sleep:

And ye shall be my dearie.

If ye'll but stand to what ye've said,

I'll gang wi' you, my shepherd lad;

And ye may rowe me in your plaid,

And I shall be your dearie.

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.

THE BUMPER.

Words by JOHN DONALD CARRICK.

SOME rail against drinking, and say 'tis a sin

To tipple the juice of the vine;

But as 'tis allow'd that we all have our faults,

I wish no other fault may be mine.

But mark me, good fellows, I don't mean to say,

That always to tipple is right :

But 'tis wisdom to drown the dull cares of the day,

In a bowl with old cronies at night.

How soothing it is when we bumper it up,

To a friend on a far distant shore,

Or how sweetly it tastes, when we flavour the cup,

With the name of the maid we adore !

Then here's to the maid, and here's to the friend,

May they always prove true to their plight;

May their days glide as smooth and as merrily round.

As the bumpers wo pledge them to-night.