braw lads o' galla water

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.

but there is ane, a secret ane,

aboon them a' i loe him better;

and i'll be his, and he'll be mine,

the bonie lad o' galla water.