Lyrics:
Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton Now Rory was a piper bold Hieland blood wi' in him flowed And lowland bodies' hearts aye glowed To the tunes of Rory Murphy
All the lassies say hello Donald where's your troosers I wear me kilt each day and night It's not a chore it's my delight And the Hieland lassies would
As I cam in by Auchendoun Just a wee bit fae the toon Tae the Hielands I was bound Tae view the Haughs o' Cromdale I met a man in tartan
Hie upon Hielands and laigh upon Tay Bonnie George Campbell rade oot on a day Saddled and bridled and booted rade he Hame cam his guid horse but
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view And the moon comin' out in the gloamin' The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring And in
honey, My bonny Hieland laddie, In his wee bittie kilt Of caledonian pladie He's my new love, my true love My sweetest sugar daddy As we're tripping
now ten thousand sheep, A' feeding on yon braes sae bonny, And ilka hundred a shepherd has, Although I be but a Hieland laddie. 'It's I hae fifty acres
o' Ben Lomon', Where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view, An' the moon comin' out in the gloamin'. [Chorus] The wee birdies sing
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lo-mond Where in purple hue, the hieland hills we view And the moon coming out in the gloa-ming Chorus: Oh! Ye'll tak' the high
bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen BY the steep, steep side o Ben Lomond Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills
Where in soft purple hue, the hieland hills we view, And the moon coming out in the gloaming. O ye take the high road, and I'll take the low road,
purple hue, the hieland hills we view And the moon coming out in the gloaming O ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road And I'll be in
o' Ben Lomond. Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view, And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'. The wee birdies sing and the wild
Chain my body And blaze a trail Through my valour You won't take my freedom away Then in the distance o' times tae come I saw a mon on the Hieland
She never trips, she never falls Double Dutch or Hieland toe She's the one that steals the show When they all come out to play She's the one that leads
o' Ben Lomond. Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view, And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'. The wee birdies sing and the wild
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