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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 of Loch Lomond. |
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Oh! 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 purple hue, The highland hills we view, |
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And the moon coming out in the gloaming. |
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The wee birdies sing, And the wild flowers spring, |
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And in sunshine the waters sleeping. |
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But the broken heart it kens, Nae second spring again, |
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Though the waeful may cease frae their greeting. |
