The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Galla Water
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GALLA WATER.
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.
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 bonie lad o' Galla Water.
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.
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!