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Loch LomondWhither away, my bonnie, bonnie May
So late and so far in the gloamin'
The mist gathers grey o'er muirland and brae
Oh! whither alane art thou roamin'
I trysted my ain love the night in the broom
My Ranald wha loves me sae dearly
For the morrow he marches for Edinburgh toon
MoaningMoanin' never did nae good
Nae good, naw
Moaning never did nae good
Moanin' never did nae good
Nae good, naw
Moanin' never did nae good
A man, he came tae me wi' coal