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 wont to go,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
I was there that  we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep sides of Ben Lomond.
Where in soft purple hue the Highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloamin.
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 Lomond.
The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping
But my broken heart it kens nae second spring again
Though the waefu may cease frae their greetin
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 Lomond.