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Farewell to Lochaber,

Farewell to my Jean

Where heartsome with her I have many days been

For Lochaber no more

Lochaber no more

We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more

These tears that I shed

They are all for my dear

And no for the dangers attending on wier

Tho' born on rough seas

To a far distant shore

Maybe to return to Lochaber no more

Tho' hurricanes rise

Tho' rise every wind

No tempest can equal the storm in my mind

Tho' loudest of thunders

On louder waves roar

There's nothing like leaving my love on that shore

To leave thee behind me

My heart is so pained

But by ease that's inglorious no fame can be gained

And beauty and love's

The reward of the brave

And I maun deserve it before I can crave

The glory, my Jeannie,

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 go then, my lass,

To win honour and fame

And if I should chance to come glorious home,

I'll bring a heart to thee

With love running o'er

And then I'll leave the and Lochaber no more