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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.
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.
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.