Luyện nghe bài hát Loch Lomond

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

I trysted my ain love the in the broom
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 love from returning
His darling claim at the height o' his fame
And change into gladness her

Oh! weel may I weep - yestreen in my
We bride and bridegroom thegither
But his lips and his breath as chilly as death
And his heart's bluid was red on the

Oh, dauntless in as tender in love
yield ne'er a foot to the foeman
And never frae the field o' the slain
To Moira he'll come and Loch

He'll tak' the high road and tak' the low
And I'll be in Heaven 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 meet in the
But I and my true love shall never meet
By the bonnie banks of Loch Lomond