The Bonnie Banks o' Loch Lomond [Loch Lomond; Farewell to the Creeks]

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Il testo eseguito dai Corries [1987, da Barrett's Privateer]....

THE BONNIE BANKS O' LOCH LOMOND [LOCH LOMOND; FAREWELL TO THE CREEKS] 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 wont to gae, On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond. O ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road, And I'll be in Scotland a'fore ye, But me and my true love will never meet again, On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond. 'Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen, On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond, Where in soft purple hue, the highland hills we view, And the moon coming out in the gloaming. O ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road, And I'll be in Scotland a'fore ye, But me and my true love will never meet again, On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond. The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring, And in sunshine the waters are sleeping. But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again, Though the waeful may cease frae their grieving. O ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road, And I'll be in Scotland a'fore ye, But me and my true love will never meet again, On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.

Loch Lomond O wither away my bonnie May Sae late an' sae far in the gloamin' The mist gather grey o'er moorland and brae O wither sae far are ye 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 o' Loch Lomond I trusted my ain love last night in the broom My Donald wha' loves me sae dearly For the morrow he will march for Edinburgh toon Tae fecht for his King and Prince Charlie O well may I weep for yestreen in my sleep We stood bride and bridegroom together But his arms and his breath were as cold as the death And his heart's blood ran red in the heather 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 o' Loch Lomond As dauntless in battle as tender in love He'd yield ne'er a foor toe the foeman But never again frae the field o' the slain Tae his Moira will he come by Loch Lomond The thistle may bloom, the King hae his ain And fond lovers may meet in the gloamin' And me and my true love will yet meet again Far above the bonnie banks of Loch Lomond 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 o' Loch Lomond