Skip to main content

‹‹‹ prev (337) Page 333Page 333Lochaber no more

(339) next ››› Page 335Page 335Ettrick banks

(338) Page 334 -
334
SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
p^gg^^^ S^
weir; Tho' borne on rough seas to a far dis - tant
^sps^ipsp
shore, May - be to re - turn to Loch - a - ber no more.
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean,
Where heartsome wi' her I ha'e mony a day been ;
For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
We '11 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 ;
Though borne on rough seas to a far-distant shore,
May-be to return to Lochaber no more.
Though hurricanes rise, though rise every wind,
No tempest can equal the storm in my mind ;
Though loudest of thunders on louder waves roar,
There 's naething like leavin' my love on the shore.
To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pained,
But by ease that 's inglorious no fame can be gained,
And beauty and love's the command 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 could have merit for thee,
And losing thy favour I 'd better not be.
I gae, then, my lass, to win honour and fame,
And if I should chance to come glorious hame,
I '11 bring a heart to thee, with love running o'er,
And then I '11 leave thee and Lochaber no more.
This song is by Ramsay. The air is based upon a simple

Images and transcriptions on this page, including medium image downloads, may be used under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence unless otherwise stated. Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence