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 maye 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.