braw ds o' gal water
braw, braw ds on yarrow-braes,
they rove amang the bloomiher;
but yarrow braes, rick shaws
match the ds o' gal 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 d o' gal water.
altho' his daddie was nae ird,
and tho' i hae nae meikle tocher,
yet ri ki, truest love,
we'll tent our flocks by gal water.
it ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth,
that coft te, peace, or pleasure;
the bands and bliss o' mutual love,
o that's the chiefest warld's treasure.