Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean,
Where heartsome with thee I hae monie days
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 ;
Tho' borne on rough seas to a far distant shore,
Maybe to return to Lochaber no more.
Tho' hurricanes rise, and raise ev'ry wind,
They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my
Tho' loudest of thunders on louder waves roar,
That'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
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 glory 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.
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Probable period of publication:
1860-1890 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.178.A.2(122)
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