A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
|
LOCH LOMOND
On yon bonny banks and yon bonny braes
Where the sun shines softly till the gloamin’
There my true love and me spent mony happy days
By the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond.
Though ye take the high road, and I’ll take the low road,
I’ll be in auld Scotland before ye.
But trouble it is there, and mony hearts are sair,
By the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond.
We will meet where we parted, in yon shady glen
By the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in deep purple hue the highland hills we’ll view
While the moon shines softly through the gloamin’
Though ye take the high road, and I’ll take the low road,
I’ll be in auld Scotland before ye.
But trouble it is there, and mony hearts are sair,
By the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond.
There the wild flowrets spring, and the wee birdies sing,
And the waters in peace they are sleepin’
But the broken heart will ken nae second spring again,
And we now maun be content though we’re greetin’
Though ye take the high road, and I’ll take the low road,
I’ll be in auld Scotland before ye.
But trouble it is there, and mony hearts are sair,
By the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond.
Traditional Scottish
|
|