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Braw, braw lads o' Galla Water, Bonnie lads o' Galla Water; I'll kilt my coats abune my knee, And follow my love through the water; Braw, braw lads. Lothian lads are black as deils, And Selkirk lads are no' much better; I'll kilt my coats abune my knee And follow the lad o' Galla Water; Braw, braw lad. |
It's ower the moss and doon yon glen, And ower the bonnie blooming heather, Nicht or day he bears the gree, The bonnie lad o' Galla Water; Braw, braw lad. Corn rigs are fine and bonnie, A block o' sheep is muckle better, The wind will shake a field of oats While lambs are frisklin' in Galla Water; Braw, braw lads. |
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Adieu, soor plooms o' Galashiels, Tae you, my faither, here's a letter; It's I'm awa' wi' the black herd lad, To bide wi' him in Galla Water; Braw, braw lad. |
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