Lochaber

Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean,

Where heartsome wi' her I ha'e mony a day been;

To Lochaber no more, to Lochaber no more,

We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.

These tears that I shed, they're a' for my dear,

And no for the dangers attending on weir;

Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore,

Maybe to return to Lochaber no more!

Though hurricanes rise, though rise every wind,

No tempest can equal the storm in my mind;

Though loudest of thunders on louder waves roar,

There's naething like leavin' 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 Jeanie, 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.