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.