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Robert Burns - Ca` The Yowes To The Knowes
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	Chorus—
	    Ca` the yowes to the knowes,
	    Ca` them where the heather grows
	    Ca` them where the burnie rows,
	        My bonie dearie.
	    Hark! the mavis` evening sang
	    Sounding Cluden`s woods amang,
	    Then a-fauldin let us gang,
	        My bonie dearie.
	    We`ll gae down by Cluden side,
	    Thro` the hazels spreading wide,
	    O`er the waves that sweetly glide
	        To the moon sae clearly.
	    Yonder Cluden`s silent towers,
	    Where at moonshine midnight hours,
	    O`er the dewy-bending flowers,
	        Fairies dance sae cheery.
	    Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
	    Thou `rt to love and Heaven sae dear,
	    Nocht of ill may come thee near,
	        My bonie dearie.
	    Fair and lovely as thou art,
	    Thou hast stown my very heart;
	    I can die—but canna part,
	        My bonie dearie.
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