Gala Water

Braw, braw lads o' Gala Water,
Bonny lads o' Gala Water,
I'll kilt my coat abune my knees,
And follow my love through the water,
Braw, braw lads.

There is yin, a secret yin,
Abune them a' I loo him better,
And I'll be his and he'll be mine,
The bonny lad o' Gala Water,
Braw, braw lads.

Lothian lads are black as deils,
Ans Selkirk lads are no' much better,
I'll kilt my coat abune the knee,
And follow my love through the water,
Braw, braw lads.

Corn rings are fine and bonny,
A flock of sheep is muckle better,
The wind will shake a field of oats,
While lambs are frisklin' in Gala Water,
Braw, braw lads.

Adieu, soor plooms o' Galashiels,
Tae you my faither here's a letter,
It's I'm awa' wi' the black haired lad,
Tae bide wi' him in Gala Water,
Braw, braws lads.