Galla Water.

I.

    There's braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes,
        That wander thro' the blooming heather;
    But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws
        Can match the lads o' Galla Water.

II.

    But there is ane, a secret ane,
        Aboon them a' I lo'e him better;
    And I'll be his, and he'll be mine,
        The bonnie lad o' Galla Water.

III.

    Altho' his daddie was nae laird,
        And tho' I hae nae meikle tocher;
    Yet rich in kindest, truest love,
        We'll tent our flocks by Galla Water.

IV.

    It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth,
        That coft contentment, peace, or pleasure;
    The bands and bliss o' mutual love,
        O that's the chiefest warld's treasure!