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 oâ Loch Lomond.
Chorus
O yeâll takâ the high road and Iâll takâ the low road,
And Iâll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks oâ Loch Lomond.
âTwas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side oâ Ben Lomond.
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view,
And the moon cominâ out in the gloaminâ.
The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping:
But the broken heart, it kens nae second spring again,
Thoâ the waefuâ may cease from their greeting.
