By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines all over Loch Lomond.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

So 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 deep purple hue, oh, the Hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.

Now we'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 birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping;
But the broken heart will ken nae second spring again,
Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting.

So 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.