Braw, braw lads o' Gala Water
Bonnie lads o' Gala 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 coat abune my knee,
And follow the lad o Gala 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' Gala 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 friskin' in Gala 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 Gala Water.
Braw, braw lads.