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By yon bonnie banks 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 were ever wont to gae |
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On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond |
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'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen |
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On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond |
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Where in soft purple hue the Hieland hills we view |
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And the moon coming out in the gloaming |
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O 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 o' Loch Lomond |
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The wee birdies sing and the wild flow'rs spring, |
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And in sunshine the waters are sleeping |
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But the broken heart it kens nae second spring, |
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Tho' the waefu' may cease frae their greeting |
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O 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 o' Loch Lomond |
