Medley: Loch Lomond:Farewel to the Creeks - The Corries

Sae late an' sae far in the gloamin'

The mist gather grey o’er moorland and brae (hill)

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 (own) (bush)

My Donald wha' loves me sae dearly

For the morrow he will march for Edinburgh toon (town)

Tae fecht for his King and Prince Charlie

O well may I weep for yestreen in my sleep (well) (yesterday) 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

As dauntless in battle as tender in love

He’d yield ne’er a foor toe the foeman (enemy)

But never again frae the field o' the slain (from)

Tae his Moira will he come by Loch Lomond

The thistle may bloom, the King hae his ain (have his own)

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