| Oh braw, braw lads o' Gala Water
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| Bonnie lads o' Gala Water
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| Let them a' say whate’er they may
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| __ as I tae Gala Water
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| Braw, braw bonnie lads O
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| It’s ower yon moss an' ower yon moor
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| Ower yon bonnie hill o' heather
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| Let them a' say whate’er they may
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| __ as I tae Gala Water
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| Braw, braw bonnie lads O
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| It’s lords an' lairds cam here tae woo
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| An' gentlemen wi' sword, aye an' dagger
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| But the black-eyed lads o' Galashiels
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| Will hae nane but the gree o' Gala Water
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| Braw, braw bonnie lads O
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| Fareweel tae you, proud Galashiels
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| Fareweel, my mither an' my faither
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| I’ll awa' wi' the black-haired lad
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| That keeps his sheep on Gala Water
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| Braw, braw bonnie lads O
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| Ower yon moss an' ower yon moor
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| Ower yon bonnie hills sae drearie
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| The lassie lost her silken snood
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| Gar’d her greet, for she was wearie
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| Braw, braw bonnie lads O |