Folk Songs Bonnie May Lyrics

Bonnie May Lyrics

1. O whither away, my bonnie May,

Sae late and sae dark in the
gloamin'?

The mist gathers gray o'er moorland and brae.

O whither
sae far are ye roamin'?



I trysted my ain love last night in the
broom,

My Donald wha loves me sae dearly.

For the morrow he will
march for Edinburgh toon,

Tae fecht for his king and Prince Charlie.



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O, ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low
road,

An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye.

For me and my true love
will never meet again

By the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.



2. O braw Charlie Stewart, dear true, true heart,

Wha could
refuse thee protection?

Like the weeping birk on the wild hillside,

How gracefu' he looked in dejection.



O, weel may I weep for
yestre'en in my sleep.

We lay bride and bridegroom together.

But
his touch and his breath were cold as the death,

And his hairtsblood ran
red in the heather.

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3. As dauntless in battle as
tender in love,

He'd yield ne'er a foot tae the foeman.

But never
again frae the fields o' the slain

Tae his Moira will he come by Loch
Lomond.



The thistle may bloom, the king hae his ain,

And
fond lovers will meet in the gloamin'.

And me and my true love will yet
meet again

Far above the bonnie banks o Loch Lomond.

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