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By yon bonnie banks, |
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And by yon bonnie braes, |
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Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond, |
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Where me and my true love |
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Were ever want to gae, |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. |
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Oh! ye'll take the high road and |
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I'll take the low road, |
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And I'll be in Scotland afore ye; |
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But me and my true love |
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Will never meet again |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. |
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'Twas then that we parted |
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In yon shady glen, |
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On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond, |
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Where in purple hue |
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The Highland hills we view, |
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And the moon coming out in the gloaming. |
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Oh! ye'll take the high road and |
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I'll take the low road, |
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And I'll be in Scotland afore ye; |
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But me and my true love |
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Will never meet again |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. |
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The wee birdie sang |
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And the wild flowers spring, |
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And in sunshine the waters are sleeping, |
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But the broken heart it kens |
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Nae second Spring again, |
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Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting. |
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Oh! ye'll take the high road and |
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I'll take the low road, |
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And I'll be in Scotland afore ye; |
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But me and my true love |
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Will never meet again |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. |
