"Louder, Tommie, louder." The voice swelled brave and loud. Tommie could hear the judge feebly tapping the time on the sheets.
"'T was there that we parted in yon shady glen
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lo-mond,
Where in purple hue—the highland hills we view,
And the moon comin' out in the gloaming."
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lo-mond,
Where in purple hue—the highland hills we view,
And the moon comin' out in the gloaming."
Tommie was conscious that the tapping had ceased. He quickened into the refrain:
"Oh, ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye—"
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye—"
Faster, Tommie,—tempus fugit.
"But me and my true love, we'll never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lo-mond."
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lo-mond."
There is another verse, Tommie, but you need not trouble to sing it.
