LOCH LOMOND, TRADITIONAL SCOTTISH SONG

LOCH LOMOND

Matt McGinn

Whither away my bonnie, bonnie May

So late and so far in the gloamin

The mist gathers grey oer muirland and brae

Oh, whither alane art thou roamin

I trysted my ain love the night in the broom

My Ronald wha loves me sae dearly

For the morrow he marches for Edinburgh toon

To fecht for the King and Prince Chairlie

Yet, 'Why weep?' you say, my bonnie, bonnie May

'Your true love from battle returning

His darling will claim at the height o his fame

And change into gladness her mourning'

Oh, weel may I weep - yestreen in my sleep

We stood bride and bridegroom the gither

But his lips and his breath were as chilly as death

And his heart's blood was red on the heather

Oh, dauntless in battle as tender in love

He'd yield ne'er a foot to the foeman

And never again frae the field o the slain

To Moira he'll come and Loch Lomond

He'll tak the high road and I'll tak the low

And I'll be in Heaven afore him

For my bed is prepared in yon mossy graveyard

Mang the hazels o green Inverarnan

The thistle shall bloom and the King hae his ain

And fond lovers meet in the gloamin

But I and my true love shall never meet again

By the bonnie, bonnie banks o Loch Lomond