The Mavis (1819, Falkirk)/Galla-Water

Braw, braw lads of Galla-water,
O braw lads of Galla-water,
I’ll kilt my coats aboon my knee:
and follow my love thro’ the water.
Sae ⟨fair⟩ her hair, ſae brent her brow,
ſae bonny blue her een, my deary,
Sae white her teeth, ſae ſweet her mou’,
I aften kiſs her till I’m weary.

O’er yon bank, and o’er yon brae,
o’er yon moſs among the heather,
I’ll kilt my coat aboon my knee.
and follow my love thro’ the water.
​Down amang the broom, the broom,
down amang the broom, my deary;
The lassie loſt her ſilken ſnood,
that gar’d her greet till the was weary.