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 of Loch Lomond.
O ye'll take the high road, and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
Where 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,
By the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where, in purple hue, the highland hills we view,
And the sun coming out in the gloaming.
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