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(217) Page 213 - Gala Water
GALA WATEE.
There is a series of old rustic songs commemorating a ' bonnie
lass,' also the ' braw, braw lads/ of Gala Water, and which were
sung to a beautiful simple air of one strain. The following is
the lyric in praise of the lass :
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Bon - nie lass
Ga - la Wa - ter, Braw, braw lass o'
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Ga-la Wa-ter,
I could wade the stream sae deep, For
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yon braw lass
Ga - la Wa - ter.
Bonnie lass o' Gala Water,
Braw, braw lass o' Gala Water,
I could wade the stream sae deep,
For yon braw lass o' Gala Water:
Sae fair her hair, sae brent her brow,
Sae bonnie blue her een, and cheerie ;
The mair I kiss her cherry lips,
The mair I wish her for my dearie.
Bonnie lass, &c.
Ower yonder moss, ower yonder muir,
Through a' yon mossy muirs and heather,
O, I could rin, wi' heart sae licht,
Wi' my dear lassie to forgather !
Bonnie lass, &C. 1
1 Taken down from recitation.

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