Braw lads of Galla Water

Braw, braw lads of Galla Water;

O! braw lads of Galla Water:

I'll gae my lane beyond the hill,

And look for him my heart sighs after.

But when returning crown'd with laurels,

Frae the fields of death and slaughter,

Ye shall meet with me, my love,

And bring me hame o'er Galla Water.