1. 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 gae
on the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.

	O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road,
	an' I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
	but me and my true love will never meet again
	on the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.

2. 'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
on the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomon',
where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view,
an' the moon comin' out in the gloamin'

3. The wee birdies sing and the wild flow'rs spring,
and in sunshine the waters are sleepin';
but the broken heart it kens nae second spring,
tho' the waefu' may cease frae their greetin'.


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