I. There'S Braw, Braw Lads On Yarrow Braes, That Wander Thro' The Blooming Heather; But Yarrow Braes Nor Ettrick Shaws Can Match The Lads O' Galla Water. Ii. 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. Iii. 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. Iv. It Ne'er Was Wealth, It Ne'er Was Wealth, That Coft Contentment, Peace, Or Pleasure; The Bands And Bliss O' Mutual Love, O That's The Chiefest Warld'S Treasure!