Her een sae bonnie blue betray O, wha can prudence think upon, O, wha can prudence think upon, How blest the humble cotter's fate! GALLA WATER. THERE'S braw braw lads on Yarrow braes But Yarrow braes nor Ettric shaws, 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 bonnie 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. |