Luyện nghe bài hát Loch Lomond

Whither away, my bonnie, May
So and so far in the gloamin'
The mist gathers grey o'er muirland and
Oh! whither art thou roamin'

I trysted my ain love the night in the
My Ranald wha loves me sae
For the morrow he marches for toon
To fecht for the King and Prince

Yet, why weep you sae, my bonnie, May
Your true from battle returning
His darling will claim at the height o' his
And change into her mourning

Oh! weel may I - yestreen in my sleep
We stood bride and bridegroom
But his lips and his breath were as as death
And his bluid was red on the heather

Oh, dauntless in battle as tender in
He'd yield ne'er a to the foeman
And never again the field o' the slain
To Moira come and Loch Lomond

He'll the high road and I'll tak' the low
And I'll be in afore him
For my bed is prepared in yon graveyard
the hazels o' green Inverarnan

The thistle shall bloom, and the hae his ain
And fond lovers in the gloamin'
But I and my true love shall never again
By the bonnie banks of Loch Lomond