Fair Gallowa

Twas in the month of August when the yellow grew the corn
The hills they were a' darkened and the heather a' in bloom
I roved aboot frae toon tae toon tae see the lassies braw
Though my auld aged parents lived in fair Gallowa'.

Then intae Glasgow toon I came and doon upon a green
Where a' the bonnie lassies fair were there for to be seen
And there was ane amang the rest, the flooer amang them a'
The sweetest face in a' the place or yet in Gallowa'.

I stepped up unto her for tae ask at her the way
Unto a place I knew richt weel tae hear what she might say
"Ye seem tae be a stranger lad, wi' me ye'll come awa'
And I will show you straight the way doon by the Broomielaw"

I courted this fair lassie by the night and by the day
Until the time was drawing near that I must go away
I'll leave it to your choice for me tae come or stay awa'
Or paddle on the road wi' me tae fair Gallowa'.

I turned me then aroon' aboot as for tae go away
Sae strang as she invited me tae stay anither day
This couple they've got married noo, and live thegether braw
And noo she lives a happy life in fair Gallowa'.

Twas in the month of August when the yellow grew the corn
The hills they were a' darkened and the heather a' in bloom
I roved aboot frae toon tae toon tae see the lassies braw
Though my auld aged parents lived in fair Gallowa'.