By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true lover were ever want to gae
on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
It was there that we parted in yon shady glen
on the steep, steep banks of Ben Lomond
Where in the purple hue, the Highland hills we viewed
and the moon coming out of the gloaming
Now the wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
and in sunshine still waters are sleeping
But broken hearts kens nae, second spring again
though the waefall may cease fray its greeting
You 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