"By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon.
where me and my true love were ever wont to gae
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o Loch Lomon.
O ye'll tak the high road and I'll tak the low road,
An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o Loch Lomon.
Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o Ben Lomon,
Where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view,
An' the moon comin' out in the gloamin.
O yell tak the high road and I'll tak the low road,
An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o Loch Lomon.
The wee birdies sing and the wild flowrs spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleepin;
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Tho the waefu may cease frae their greetin
O yell tak the high road and I'll tak the low road,
An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o Loch Lomon."
"Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen and down the mountain side;
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling;
It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow;
I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow;
Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so.
But if ye come and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be.
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I will know, 'though soft ye tread around me,
And then my grave shall richer sweeter be,
Then you'll bend down and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me."