By yon bonny banks and by yon bonny braes,
Where the sun shines brighht on Loch Lomond,
Were me and my true love were ever wont to go,
On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond.

Oh you take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond.

'Twas then that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the step, step sides of Ben Lomond,
Where in purple hue, the highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

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The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Though the woeful may cease from their greeting.

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