By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
O ye'll tak' the high road,
, and I'll tak' the low road,
and I'll be in Scotland before ye,
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 side o' Ben Lomond,
where in soft purple hue, the hieland hills we view,
and the moon coming out in the gloaming.
O ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland before ye
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
O ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland before ye
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping.
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Though the waeful may cease frae their grieving.
O ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland before ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
