The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87
Braw, Braw Lads
Braw, Braw Lads.
But there is ane, a secret ane,
Aboon them a' I lo'e him better;
An' I'll be his, an' he'll be mine,
The bonnie lad o' Gala Water.
Although his daddie was nae laird.
An' though I hae na meikle tocher,
Yet, rich in kindest, truest love,
We'll tent our flocks by Gala Water.
It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth,
That coft
1 contentment, peace, or pleasure;
The bands and bliss o' mutual love,
Oh, that's the warld's chiefest treasure
1 Bought.