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 shepherdd,

and ye may row me in your id,

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 y-cauld death sall blin' my e'e,

ye sall be my dearie.

ca' the yowes, c.