yonder clouden's silent towers,

where, at moonshine's midnight hours,

o'er the dewy-bending flowers,

fairies dance sae cheery.

ca' the yowes, c.

ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear,

thou'rt to love and heav'n sae dear,

nocht of ill may e thee near;

my bonie dearie.

ca' the yowes, c.

fair and lovely as thou art,

thou hast stown my very heart;

i can die—but canna part,

my bonie dearie.

ca' the yowes, c.