The wee bird may sing, an' the wild flowers spring;
An' in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the bro-ken heart, it sees nae se-cond spring,
And the world does na ken how we're grieving.
O--h ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
An' I'll be in Scotland before ye',
But woe i-s my heart until we meet a-gain,
On the Bonnie, bonnie banks O' Loch Lo-mond.
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