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  • By yon bonnie banks,
    And by yon bonnie braes,
    Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
    Where me and my true love
    Were ever want to gae,
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

    Oh! ye'll take the high road and
    I'll take the low road,
    And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
    But me and my true love
    Will never meet again
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

    'Twas then that we parted
    In yon shady glen,
    On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
    Where in purple hue
    The Highland hills we view,
    And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

    Oh! ye'll take the high road and
    I'll take the low road,
    And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
    But me and my true love
    Will never meet again
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

    The wee birdie sang
    And the wild flowers spring,
    And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
    But the broken heart it kens
    Nae second Spring again,
    Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting.

    Oh! ye'll take the high road and
    I'll take the low road,
    And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
    But me and my true love
    Will never meet again
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
  • By yon bonnie banks,
    And by yon bonnie braes,
    Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
    Where me and my true love
    Were ever want to gae,
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

    Oh! ye'll take the high road and
    I'll take the low road,
    And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
    But me and my true love
    Will never meet again
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

    'Twas then that we parted
    In yon shady glen,
    On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
    Where in purple hue
    The Highland hills we view,
    And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

    Oh! ye'll take the high road and
    I'll take the low road,
    And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
    But me and my true love
    Will never meet again
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

    The wee birdie sang
    And the wild flowers spring,
    And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
    But the broken heart it kens
    Nae second Spring again,
    Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting.

    Oh! ye'll take the high road and
    I'll take the low road,
    And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
    But me and my true love
    Will never meet again
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.