Lochaber

Fareweil to Lochaber, fareweil to my Jean, Where heartsome with her I have mony day been: To Lochaber no more, to Lochaber no more, We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more. These tears that I shed they are a for my dear, And not for the dangers attending on weir; Tho bore on rough seas to a far bloody shore, May be to return to Lochaber no more!

Tho hurricanes rise, tho rises each wind, No tempest can equal the storm in my mind; Tho loudest of thunders on louder waves roar, There's naething like leaving my love on the shore. To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pain'd, But by ease that's inglorious no fame can be gain'd: And beauty and love's the reward of the brave; And I maun deserve it before I can crave.

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