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#1045085 added February 19, 2023 at 11:09am
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Loch Lomond l🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Maxine Sullivan
🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Loch Lomond 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Song of my youth. Such a boring song... unless sung by Maxine Sullivan (1911-1987). I heard her sing this many years later as a white-haired senior singer. I was amazed by her version of a simple song sung by a great voice with immaculate style.

I also grew up in an uber-White suburb (think German, German-Irish). Yes, we sang this song... without true emotion or any style (think J.S. Bach). Elvis may have learned from Negroes (that was the polite word at that time) but we sure didn't. Yes, we sang gospel songs. Yes, we were made aware that THOSE folks could sing and dance. No, there was little opportunity to actually have any experience that would have busted those stereotypes.

I grew up in a segregated world... such a pity.

I moved on from that later in life.

This video clip is from a 1939 movie... and it shows.



Lyrics (one version of the traditional song)

By yon bonnie banks,
And by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love
Were ever want to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Oh! ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

'Twas then that we parted In yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in purple hue
The Highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

Oh! ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

The wee birdie sang
And the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the broken heart it kens
Nae second Spring again,
Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting.
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