Medley: Loch Lomond:Farewel to the Creeks

O wither away my bonnie May
 Sae late an' sae far in the gloamin'
 The mist gather grey o'er moorland and brae
 O wither sae far are ye roamin'?
 O ye'll tak the high road
 an' I'll tak the low
 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
 I trusted 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
 O well may I weep for yestreen in my sleep
 we stood bride and bridegroom together
 But his arms and his breath were as cold as the death
 And his heart's blood ran red in the heather
 O ye'll tak the high road
 an' I'll tak the low
 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
 As dauntless in battle as tender in love
 He'd yield ne'er a foor toe the foeman
 But never again frae the field o' the slain
 Tae his Moira will he come by Loch Lomond
 The thistle may bloom, the King hae his ain
 And fond lovers may meet in the gloamin'
 And me and my true love will yet meet again
 Far above the bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
 O ye'll tak the high road
 an' I'll tak the low
 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