By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon'
Where me and my true love were ever wont to be
On the bonnie, banks of Loch Lomon'

Oh you'll take the high road, and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland before you,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomon'

I mind where we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomon'
Where in deep 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 sushine the waters are sleeping;
But the broken heart will ken no second spring again,
And the world does not know how we are greating.