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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 0' Loch Lomon'.
'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side 0' Ben Lomon',
Where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view,
An' the moon comin' out in the gloamin'<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
The wee birdies sing and the wild flow'rs spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleepin';
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring,
Tho' the waefu' may cease frae their greetin'.
(outta : Bonnie Banks 0' <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Loch Lomond)
11-03-2008 om 12:28
geschreven door border lassie
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