Poems (Cook)/Galla Brae
GALLA BRAE.
O, tell me, did ye ever see
Sweet Galla on a simmer night,
When ilka star had oped its e'e,
An' tipp'd the broom wi' saft, pale light?
Ye'd never gang toward the town,
Ye wadna like the flauntie day,
If ance ye saw the moon blink down.
Her bonnie beams on Galla Brae.
Sweet Galla on a simmer night,
When ilka star had oped its e'e,
An' tipp'd the broom wi' saft, pale light?
Ye'd never gang toward the town,
Ye wadna like the flauntie day,
If ance ye saw the moon blink down.
Her bonnie beams on Galla Brae.
A' silent, save the whimplin tune,
The win's asleep, nae leaflet stirs:
O give me Galla 'neath the moon,
Its siller birk, and gowden furze.
There's monie anither leesome glen,
But let 'em talk o' whilk they may,
O' a' the rigs an' shaws I ken,
There's nane sae fair as Galla Brae.
The win's asleep, nae leaflet stirs:
O give me Galla 'neath the moon,
Its siller birk, and gowden furze.
There's monie anither leesome glen,
But let 'em talk o' whilk they may,
O' a' the rigs an' shaws I ken,
There's nane sae fair as Galla Brae.
I crept a wee thing 'mang its heath,
A laughing laddie there I stray'd;
I roved beside its burnie's tide
In morning air, an' gloaming shade:
Its gowans were the first I pu'd,
An' still my leal heart loves it sae,
That when I dee, nae grave would bet
Sic hallow'd earth as Galla Brae.
A laughing laddie there I stray'd;
I roved beside its burnie's tide
In morning air, an' gloaming shade:
Its gowans were the first I pu'd,
An' still my leal heart loves it sae,
That when I dee, nae grave would bet
Sic hallow'd earth as Galla Brae.