ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,

cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,

and in my arms ye'se lie and sleep,

an' ye sall be my dearie.

ca' the yowes, c.

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

i'se gang wi' thee, my shepherd lad,

and ye may row me in your plaid,

and i sall be your dearie.

ca' the yowes, c.

while waters wimple to the sea,

while day blinks in the lift sae hie,

till clay-cauld death sall blin' my e'e,

ye sall be my dearie.

ca' the yowes, c.