The bonnie lad o' Gala Water.
Altho' his daddie was nae laird, landlord
And tho' I hae nae meikle tocher, much dowry
Yet rich in kindest, truest love,
We'll tent our flocks by Gala Water. watch
It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth,
That coft contentment, peace, and pleasure; bought
The bands and bliss o' mutual love,
O that's the chiefest warld's treasure!