Luyện nghe bài hát Loch Lomond

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

I trysted my ain the night in the broom
My Ranald wha me sae dearly
For the morrow he for Edinburgh toon
To fecht for the King and Chairlie

Yet, why you sae, my bonnie, 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 weep - yestreen in my
We stood and bridegroom thegither
But his and his breath were as chilly as death
And his heart's was red on the heather

Oh, dauntless in battle as in love
He'd yield ne'er a foot to the
And never frae the field o' the slain
To he'll 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
'Mang the hazels o' Inverarnan

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