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 won't to go.

　　On the bonnie， bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

　　Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen.

　　On the steep， steep side of Ben Lomond

　　Where in soft， purple hue the highland hills we view.

　　And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

　　Oh， you 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 bird may sing， and the wild flowers spring.

　　And in sunshine the waters be sleeping.

　　But my broken heart knows not the heather or the glen.

　　For its blinded by the tears that I'm weeping.