Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79. | | | | Gala Water | | Galla Brae | | Eliza Cook (1812–1889) |
| | | O, TELL me, did ye ever see | |
| Sweet Galla on a simmer night, | |
| When ilka star had oped its e’e, | |
| An’ tipped the broom wi’ saft, pale light? | |
| Ye ’d never gang toward the town, | 5 |
| Ye wadna like the flauntie day, | |
| If ance ye saw the moon blink down | |
| Her bonnie beams on Galla Brae. | |
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| A’ silent, save the whimplin tune, | |
| The win ’s asleep, nae leaflet stirs: | 10 |
| O, gie me Galla ’neath the moon, | |
| Its siller birk, and gowden furze. | |
| There ’s monie anither leesome glen, | |
| But let ’em talk o’ whilk they may, | |
| O’ a’ the rigs an’ shaws I ken, | 15 |
| There ’s nane sae fair as Galla Brae. | |
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| I crept a wee thing ’mang its heath, | |
| A laughing laddie there I strayed; | |
| I roved beside its burnie’s tide | |
| In morning air an’ gloaming shade: | 20 |
| Its gowans were the first I pu’d, | |
| An’ still my leal heart loves it sae, | |
| That when I dee, nae grave would be | |
| Sic hallowed earth as Galla Brae. | | | | |
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