Lochaber

Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean,

Where heartsome with thee I have mony day been;

For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,

We'll may-be 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.

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 gloriously hame,

I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er,

And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.