Ca the Yowes Songtext
von Cerys Matthews

Ca′ the yowes to the knowes
Ca' them where the heather grows
Ca′ them where the burnie rowes
My bonnie dearie

When I went down the waterside
To see the fishes sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide
And the moon that shines so brightly

As I went down the waterside
T'was there I met my bonnie lad
He row'd me gently in his plaid
And called me, I, his dearie


You′ll get gowns and ribbons meet
And leather shoes upon your feet
And in my arms you′ll lay and sleep
And ye shall be my dearie

If you'll but stand by what you′ve said
I'll come to you, my bonnie lad
And you may row me in your plaid
And call me, I, your dearie

As waters whimper to the sea
And day breaks in the sky so hie
′Ti clay-cauld death shall blind my e'e
I shall be thy dearie

′Til clay-cauld death shall blind my eye
I shall be thy dearie