The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87

Braw, Braw Lads

Braw, Braw Lads.

Moderately slow. OLD BALLAD. Braw, braw lads, on Yar - row braes, Ye wan - der thro the bloom - - ing . . hea - - ther; But Yar - - row braes, nor Et - trick shaws, Can match the lads o' - la Wa - ter.

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

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