By yon bonny banks and by yon bonny braes where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond where me and my true love will never meet again on the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond oh, ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road and I'll be in Scotland before ye and me and my true love will never meet again on the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring and in sunshine the waters are sleeping but the broken heart will ken nae the second spring again though the wae'ful may cease free (?frae) their greetings. I mind where we parted in yon shady glen On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond Where in the deep purple hue the Hieland hills we view and the moon comin' out in the gloaming. |