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I weep the same, oh bonnie bonnie maid,
True love from battle returning,
At the height of his fame, you come prescient
And turn into gladness your mourning.
Ch.: 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 of Loch Lomond.
Oh well may I weep, ye dream in my sleep,
Still bride and bridegroom together.
But his lips and his breath were chilly as death
And his heartblood was red in the heather.
So earnest in battle was earnest in love,
Yield nae a foot to the foeman.
With his laugh so pristine he will never return
To his love on the banks of Loch Lomond.
Loch Lomond
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By yon bonny banks and by yon bonny braes,
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Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
G D e G
There me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
D G A D
On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond.
O, ye'll take the high road, and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love will never meet again
By the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond.