Braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes, Ye wander [amang]1 the blooming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws, Can match the lads o' Galla Water. But there is ane, a secret ane, Aboon them a' I loo him better; And I'll be his, and he'll be mine, The bonnie lad o' Galla Water. 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. 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!
J. Haydn sets stanzas 1-2, 4
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1 Haydn: "thro' "
Braw = fine, handsome;
Shaws = woody groves by a water side;
Aboon = above;
Coft = bought.
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Song -- Braw Lads o' Gala Water" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "Gala Water", JHW. XXXII/4 no. 4, Hob. XXXIa no. 15ter, stanzas 1-2,4. [text verified 1 time]
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- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Beaux garçons de Gala Water", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2011-03-06
Line count: 16
Word count: 106