Loch Lomond
O whither away my bonnie May Sae late and sae dark
in the gloamin? The mist gathers gray oer moorland and brae. O whither sae far are ye roamin?
O, yell tak the high road and Ill tak the low. Ill
be in Scotland afore ye. For me and my true love will never meet again By the bonnie, bonnie banks o Loch Lomond.
I trusted my ain love last night in the broom, My
Donald wha loves me sae dearly. For the morrow he will march for Edinburgh toon, Tae fecht for his king and Prince Charlie.
O, weel may I weep for yestreen in my sleep. We
lay bride and bridegroom together. But his touch and his breath were cold as the death, And his hairtsblood ran red
in the heather.
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As dauntless in battle as tender in love, Hed yield
neer a foot tae the foeman. But never again frae the fields o the slain Tae his Moira will he come by Loch Lomond.
The thistle may bloom, the king hae his ain, And
fond lovers will meet in the gloamin. And me and my true love will yet meet again Far above the bonnie banks o Loch
Lomond.
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