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.