T'was down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
The moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever
Red is the rose that in yon garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear are the waters that flow from the Boyne
But my love, she is fairer than any
The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring
And in sunlight the waters are sleeping
But the broken heart will ken, nae second spring again
And the world may not know how we're meeting
O you take the high road and I'll take 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 of Loch Lomond
Tis not for the parting that my sister pains
Tis not for the grief of my mother
Tis all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass
That my heart, it is breaking forever
Red is the rose that in yon garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
And clear are the waters that flow from the Boyne
But my love, she is fairer than any
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ne'er one to gae
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Lock Lomond
O you take the high road and I'll take 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 of Loch Lomond
Red is the rose that in yon garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear are the waters that flow from the Boyne
But my love, she is fairer than any
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond