Raw braw lads on yarrow braes
Rove among the blooming heather
But yarrow braes, nor ettrick's shaws
Can match the lads o Gala Water
Braw, braw bonnie lads o
But there is Ane, a secret Ane
Aboon them aa I loe him better
And I"ll be his, and he'll be mine
The bonnie lad o Gala Water
Braw, braw bonnie lads o
Although his daddie was nae laird
And though I hae nae meikle tocher
Yet rich in kindest, truest love
We"ll tent oor flocks by Gala Water
Braw, braw bonnie lads o
It ne"er was wealth, it neer was wealth
That coft contentment, peace, or pleasure
The bands and bliss o mutual love
O that"s the chiefest warld's treasure
Braw, braw bonnie lads o
