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 want to go,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

Was there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond.
Where in purple hue the Highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloamin.

O ye’ll tak the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road
An’ 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.

The wee bird may sing and the wild flowers spring.
And in sunshine the waters be sleepin’;
But my broken heart knows, not the heather or the glen,
For it is blinded by the tears that I’m weepin’!

O ye’ll tak the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road.
An’ 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.