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 o' Loch Lomond

'twas there that we parted in yon shady glen
on the steep steep side o' Ben Lomond
where in soft purple hue the hieland hills we view
and the moon comin' out in the gloamin'

the wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
and in sunshine the waters are sleepin'
but the broken heart it kens : nae second spring again
though the waeful may cease frae their grievin'

"there's an ending o' the dance and fair Morag's safe in France
and the Clans they hae paid for the lawin'
and the wuddy has her ain and we twa are left alane
free o' Carlisle gaol in the dawin'

while there's heather on the hill shall my vengeance ne'er be still
while a bush hides the glint o' a gun, lad
wi' the men o' Sergeant Môr shall I work to pay the score,
till I wither on the wuddy in the sun, lad!" [-andrew lang-]

o ye'll tak' the hie road and I'll tak' the low
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