The bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

Scottish

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 wont to be,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

O you'll take the high road, and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland before you,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.


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

The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the broken heart, it knows no spring again,
Tho' the world knows not how we’re grieving.