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 won't 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 yon 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

The wee birdies sing, And the wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters sleeping
But the broken heart it kens, Nae second spring again
Though the waeful may cease frae their greeting