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The hunter lo'es the morning sun
To rouse the mountain deer, my jo At noon the fisher takes the glen
Adown the burn to steer, my jo ; Gie me the hour o' gloamin grey,
It maks my heart sae cheery, O, To meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind dearie, O !
No. 137. Braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes.
Tune : The brave lads of Galia WaterCal. Pocket Comp., c. 1756, viii. p. 28.
Braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes,
They rove amang 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 lo'e him better;
And I'll be his, and he'll be mine, The bonie 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, and pleasure :
The bands and bliss o' mutual love, O, that's the chiefest warld's treasure.