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Though hurricanes rise, and raise ev'ry wind,
They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my mind ;
Though 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 so 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 glorious hame r
I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er,
And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.
HATJD AWA' FRAE ME, DONALD.
Words by Kobert Allan.
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tak' your plaid, and o'er the hill
My Jamie is a gallant youth,
I lo'e but him alane, Donald :
And in bonnie Scotland's isle
Like him there is nane, Donald.
Haud awa', &c.
He wears nae plaid, nor tartan hose,
Nor garters at his knee, Donald ;
And stay nae lang - er here, Do-nald.
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But, ! he wears a faithfu' heart,
And love blinks in his e'e, Donald.
Sae haud awa,' bide awa',
Come nae mair at e'en, Donald ;
I wadna break my Jamie's heart
To be a Highland queen, Donald.