| By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
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| Where the sun shines bright on loch lomon'.
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| Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae
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| On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' loch lomon'.
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| O ye’ll tak' the high road and i’ll tak' the low road,
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| An' i’ll be in scotland afore ye;
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| But me and my true love will never meet again
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| On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' loch lomon'.
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| The wee birds sing, and the wild flowers spring,
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| And in sun-shine the waters, are sleepin'
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| But the broken heart will ken, nae second spring again
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| And and the world does not know how we’re greetin'.
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| O ye’ll tak' the high road and i’ll tak the low road,
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| An' i’ll be in scotland afore ye;
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| But me and my true love will never meet again
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| On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' loch lomon'. |