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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
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
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
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 |
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There are many variants of the song Loch Lomond. This is not one of the more common. It's a version sung by The Corries, and it is said to be about a Scottish soldier by the name of Donald MacDonald, who were captured at the battle of Culloden, and his beloved Moira. |
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