By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond.
But me and my true love will ever want to gae on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
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.
Tis then that we've parted on yon shady glen, on the steep steep sides of Ben Lomond.
In soft purple hues, the highland hills we've viewed, and the moon coming out in the gloaming.
You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
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.
The wee birds may sing and the wild flowers spring, and in sunshine the waters are sleeping.
But the broken heart it knows not the heather or the glen but it's blinded by the tears that I'm weeping.
You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
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.
But me and my true love will never meet again on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond...
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