Old Scottish Song, Copyright Unknown

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 want to gae,

On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Oh! ye’ll take the high road and

I’ll take the low road,

And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye;

But me and my true love

Will never meet again

On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

‘Twas then that we parted

In yon shady glen,

On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,

Where in purple hue

The Highland hills we view,

And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

Oh! ye’ll take the high road and

I’ll take the low road,

And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye;

But me and my true love

Will never meet again

On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

The wee birdie sang

And the wild flowers spring,

And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,

But the broken heart it kens

Nae second Spring again,

Tho’ the waeful may cease frae their greeting.

Oh! ye’ll take the high road and

I’ll take the low road,

And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye;

But me and my true love

Will never meet again

On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Så var det denne skotske sangs tur til at dukke op fra erindringens dyb. Vi sang den ofte i engelsktimerne i folkeskolen hos fru Helligsøe, og pigerne var glade for den. Og vi må have sunget den ofte nok til at versene og melodien har kunnet lejre sig et sted derinde i det neurale netværk. “Oh! ye’ll take the higt road and i’ll take the low road” – hvor ofte har jeg ikke memoreret den linje for mig selv…

Apropos Loch Lomond – komikeren Steve Martin trakterer banjoen i Loch Lomond Sally Anne