Lochaber No More

Farewell to Lochaber! and farewell, my Jean, Where heartsome with thee I hae mony day been; For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, We ’ll maybe return to Lochaber no more! These tears that I shed they are a’ for my dear, And no for the dangers attending on wear, Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore, Maybe to return to Lochaber no more. Though hurricanes rise, and rise every wind, They ’ll ne’er make a tempest like that in my mind; Though loudest of thunder on louder waves roar, That ’s naething like leaving my love on the shore. To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pained; By ease that ’s inglorious no fame can be gained; And beauty and love ’s the reward of the brave, And I must deserve it before I can crave. Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excuse; Since honor commands me, how can I refuse? Without it I ne’er can have merit for thee, And without thy favor I ’d better not be. I gae then, my lass, to win honor 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 ’ll leave thee and Lochaber no more.