THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 33

Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean, Where heartsome with thee I've many days been: For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, We'll may be return to Lochaber no more. Those tears that I shed, they are a' for my dear, And no for the danger attending on weir, Tho' borne on rough seas to some far bloody shore, May be to return to Lochaber no more.

Tho' hurricanes rise, and tho' rise ev'ry wind, They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my mind: Though loudest of thunder, or louder waves roar, That's nothing like leaving my love on the shore. To leave thee behind me, my heart is fair pain'd, By ease that's inglorious no same can be gain'd: And beauty and love's the reward of the brave; And I must deserve it, before I can crave.

Then glory, my Jean, maun plead my excuse: Since honour commands me, how can I refuse? Without it, I ne'er can have merit for thee: And, without thy favour, I'd better not be! I gae then, my lass, to win honour and fame: And if I should luck to come gloriously hame, I'll bring a heart to thee, with love running o'er, And then I will leave thee and Lochaber no more.