The Highroad Traditional Cache
EyeD10T: Time to retired this high road. Thanks all that have visited.
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This is a small container with only room for a logbook and very small items. Bring your Own Pen. Its bigger than a micro, but still fairly small so I marked it as a small.
Take a moment to look around when you get to ground zero - there is a beautiful view from this area.
"The Bonnie Banks o' Loch Lomond" (AKA "Loch Lomond"), is a well-known traditional Scottish song that was first published in 1841. Throughout the years it has been arranged and recorded by many composers and performers in styles from Scottish traditional to Barbershop to Rock. The traditional song is still often the final piece of music that is played during an evening of revelry in Scotland.
Loch Lomond is a freshwater Scottish loch (lake) that is located on the Highland Boundary Fault, which is a geographical fault that separates the highland and the lowland in Scotland. Loch Lomond is the largest loch (by surface area) in Great Britain. It contains many Islands, the most well known being Inchmurrin, which is the largest fresh water Island in the British Isles.
Bonnie Banks O' Loch Lomond
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love will ne-er meet again (alternate: Where me and my true love were ever lak/wont to gae)
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomon'.
Chorus:
O ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I'll tak' the low road
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will ne-er meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomon'.
‘Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen
On the steep, steep sides o’ Ben Lomon'
Where in (soft) purple hue, the hielan hills we view
And the moon comin’ out in the gloamin’.
Chorus
The wee birdies sing 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 greetin'. (alternate: Tho' the world knows not how we are grieving)
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