O’ ye’ll tak the high road and I’ll tak 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 o’ Loch Lomond
Verse 2: ’Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond,
Where in deep purple hue, the Hieland hills we view,
And the moon coming oot in the gloaming.
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,’
Though the waefu’ may cease fae their greeting