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By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, |
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Where the sun shines all over Loch Lomond. |
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But me and my true love will never meet again, |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. |
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So ye'll take the high road and 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 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 in yon shady glen, |
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On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond, |
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Where in deep purple hue, oh, the Hieland hills we view, |
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And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'. |
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Now we'll take the high road and 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 will never meet again |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. |
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The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring, |
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And in sunshine the waters are sleeping; |
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But the broken heart will ken nae second spring again, |
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Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting. |
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So ye'll take the high road and 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 will never meet again |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. |
