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 wont to be,

On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lo – mond.

Oh! You’ll take the high road, and I’ll take the low,

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 Lo – mond.

‘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 gloam – ing.

Oh! You’ll take the high road, and I’ll take the low,

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 Lo – mond.

The wee birdies sing, and the wildflowers spring

And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,

But the broken heart will ken no second spring again,

Tho’ the woeful may cease frae their grie – ving.

Oh! You’ll take the high road, and I’ll take the low,

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 Lo – mond.