Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 394. Song—Braw Lads o’ Gala Water |
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| BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes, | |
| They rove amang the blooming heather; | |
| But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws | |
| Can match the lads o’ Galla Water. | |
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| But there is ane, a secret ane, | 5 |
| Aboon them a’ I loe him better; | |
| And I’ll be his, and he’ll be mine, | |
| The bonie lad o’ Galla Water. | |
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| Altho’ his daddie was nae laird, | |
| And tho’ I hae nae meikle tocher, | 10 |
| Yet rich in kindest, truest love, | |
| We’ll tent our flocks by Galla Water. | |
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| It ne’er was wealth, it ne’er was wealth, | |
| That coft contentment, peace, or pleasure; | |
| The bands and bliss o’ mutual love, | 15 |
| O that’s the chiefest warld’s treasure. | |
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