Robert Burns: How To Know Him

by William Allan Neilson

And my young babie will be born,

And he'll be hame that's far awa.

BRAW BRAW LADS

Braw braw lads on Yarrow braes, hills

That wander thro' the blooming heather;

But Yarrow braes nor Ettrick shaws woods

Can match the lads o' Gala Water.

But there is ane, a secret ane,

Aboon them a' I lo'e him better; love

And I'll be his, and he'll be mine,