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By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, |
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Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon'. |
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Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'. |
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O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road, |
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An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye; |
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But me and my true love will never meet again |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'. |
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The wee birdies sing and the wild flow'rs spring, |
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And in sunshine the waters are sleepin'; |
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But the broken heart it kens nae second spring, |
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Tho' the waefu' may cease frae their greetin' |
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On the bonnie banks |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon' |
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O' Loch Lomon' |
