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Loch Lomond Sae late, and sae far, in the gloamin´, The mist gathers grey, oér moorland and brae, O whither sae far are you roamin´ O ye´ll tak the high road an´ I´ll tak the low, I´ll be in Scotland afore ye, For me and my true love will never meet again, By the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond I trusted my ane love, last night in the broom, My Donald, wha loves me sae daerly, For the morrow he´ll march for Edinburgh toon, Tae fight for his king Prince Charlie. O weel may I weep, for yestreem in my sleep, We stood bride an´ bridegroom together, But his arms and his breath, were as cold as the death, And jis heart´s blood ran red in the hearter. As dauntless in battle, as tender in love, Did yeild ner a foot tae the foe man, But never again, frae the fields o´the slain, To his Myra will he come by Loch Lomond The thistle my bloom, the king hae his aim, And fond lovers will meet in the gloamin´, And me and my true bonnie banks o´Loch Lomond Listen to the song |
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