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