Three excellent old songs/The shepherd lad

As I gaed down the water-ſide,
There I met my ſhepherd lad,
He row’d me ſweetly in his plaid,
And he ca’d me his dearie O.

Caw the ewes to the krowes,
Caw them where the heather grows,
Caw them where the burnie rows,
My bonny dearie O.

​Will ye gang down the water-ſide,
And ſee the waves ſae ſweetly glide,
Beneath the hazel ſpreading wide,
The ſun it ſhines ſu‘ clearly.— Caw, &c.

I was bred up at nae ſic ſchool,
My ſlepherd lad to play the fool,
And a‘ the day to ſit in dool,
And nae body to ſee me.— Caw the, &c.

Ye ſall get gowns and ribbons meet,
Ca'f-leather ſhoon upon your feet,
And in my arms ye’le lie and ſleep,
And ye ſall be my dearie O.— Caw, &c.

If ye'll but ſtand to what ye've ſaid,
I ſe gang wi‘ you my ſhepherd lad,
And you may row me in your plaid,
And I ſall be your dearie O.— Caw, &c.

While water wimples to the ſea,
While day blinks in the life ſae high,
Till clay-cauld death fall blin' my e'e.
Ye ſall be my dearie O.— Caw the, &c.