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DONALD'S FAREWELL TO LOCHABER. Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean, Where heartsome with thee I hae monie days 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 ; 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 Mind ; 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 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 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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