Ca' the yowes [Italian translation]

Ca’ the yowes to the knowes,

Ca’ them where the heather grows,

Ca’ them where the burnie rowes,

My bonie dearie.

Hark, the mavis e’ening sang

Sounding Clouden’s woods amang

Then a-faulding let us gang.

My bonie dearie.

We’ll gae down by Clouden side,

Thro the hazels, spreading wide

O’er the waves that sweetly glide

To the moon sae clearly.

Yonder Clouden’s silent towers

Where, at moonshine’s midnight hours,

O’er the dewy bending flowers

Fairies dance sae cheery.

Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear

Thou’rt to Love and Heav’n 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.