Tradycyjne - Braw Lads o' Galla Water

Braw, braw lads o' Galla Water,
Bonnie lads o' Galla Water;
I'll kilt my coats abune my knee,
And follow my love through the water;
Braw, braw lads.

Lothian lads are black as deils,
And Selkirk lads are no' much better;
I'll kilt my coats abune my knee
And follow the lad o' Galla Water;
Braw, braw lad.

It's ower the moss and doon yon glen,
And ower the bonnie blooming heather,
Nicht or day he bears the gree,
The bonnie lad o' Galla Water;
Braw, braw lad.

Corn rigs are fine and bonnie,
A block o' sheep is muckle better,
The wind will shake a field of oats
While lambs are frisklin' in Galla Water;
Braw, braw lads.

Adieu, soor plooms o' Galashiels,
Tae you, my faither, here's a letter;
It's I'm awa' wi' the black herd lad,
To bide wi' him in Galla Water;
Braw, braw lad.