I sing a verse which was written by somone who's name I forget who lived locally to me in the Vale of Leven, Dumbartonshire it goes

I have seen Dumbartons castle Rock
and it's black against the sky
but I've yet to see such beauty as
Loch Lomond to the eye
For her islands are shining emerald green
and her waters cold and deep
and sky turns red oer the craggy hills
as the sun goes doon tae sleep