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                                        Loch Lomond



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                                   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 want to gae,

                       On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.



                              Oh! ye'll take the high road and

                                   I'll take the low road,

                              And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;

                                 But me and my true love 

                                   Will never meet again

                       On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.



                                 'Twas then that we parted

                                    In you shady glen,

                          On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,

                                    Where in purple hue

                                The Highland hills we view,

                         And the moon coming out in the gloaming.



                              Oh! ye'll take the high road and

                                   I'll take the low road,

                              And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;

                                 But me and my true love 

                                   Will never meet again

                       On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.



                                   The wee birdie sang

                                And the wild flowers spring,

                          And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,

                                But the broken heart it kens

                                 Nae second Spring again,

                        Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting.



                              Oh! ye'll take the high road and

                                   I'll take the low road,

                              And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;

                                 But me and my true love 

                                   Will never meet again

                       On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.