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. 

2.

 Lothian lads are black as deils, 
And Selkirk lads are no' much better; 
I'll kilt my coats abune my knee 
And follow the lad o' Gala Water; 
Braw, braw lad. 

3. 

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. 

4. 

Corn rigs are fine and bonnie, 
A block o' sheep is muckle better, 
The wind will shake a field of oats 
While lambs are frisklin' in Gala Water; 
Braw, braw lads. 

5. 

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 lad.