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J*J we'll may be return to Lochaber no more. Thefe tears thai: I -fhed,they are
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Tho' hurricanes rife, and rife evry wind,
They'll ne'er make a tempeft like that in my mind,
Tho' loudeft of thunderon louder waves roar,
That's naithing like leaving my love on the fhorc.
To leave thee Dehind me, my heart is fair pain'd;
By eafe that's inglorious, no fame can be gain'd :
And beauty and love's the reward of the brave,
And I muft deferve it before lean crave.
Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excufe,
Since Honour commands me, how can T refufei
Without it I ne'er can have merit for thee;
And without thy favour, Id better not bei
I gae then,my lafs, to win honour and fame,
And if I fhould luck to come glorioufly hame,
A heart I will bring thee with love running o'er,
And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.

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