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FAKEWELL TO LOCHABEE.
{By Ramsay.]
Tune — Locliaher iio more,
F'arewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean,
Where heartsome with thee I have mony clays 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 no for the dangers attending on weir ;
Tho' bore on rough seas to a far bloody shore.
May be to return to Lochaber no more.
Tho' hurricanes rise, and rise every wind.
They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my mind;
Tho' 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 pain'd;
By ease that's inglorious no fame can be gain'd ;
And beauty and lovers the reward of the brave.
And I must deserve it before I can crave.
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 without thy favour I'd better not be !
I gae then, my lass, to win honour 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»
VOL. II, 2

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