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| FAREWELL to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean, | |
| Where heartsome with thee I have mony a day been; | |
| To Lochaber no more, to Lochaber no more, | |
| We ’ll maybe return to Lochaber no more. | |
| These tears that I shed they are a’ for my dear, | 5 |
| And not for the dangers attending on weir; | |
| Though borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore, | |
| Maybe to return to Lochaber no more! | |
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| Though hurricanes rise, and rise every wind, | |
| No tempest can equal the storm in my mind; | 10 |
| 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 pained, | |
| But by ease that ’s inglorious no fame can be gained: | |
| And beauty and love ’s the reward of the brave; | 15 |
| And I maun deserve it before I can crave. | |
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| Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excuse; | |
| Since honor commands me, how can I refuse? | |
| Without it I ne’er can have merit for thee, | |
| And losing thy favor I ’d better not be. | 20 |
| I gae then, my lass, to win honor and fame, | |
| And if I should chance to come glorious hame, | |
| I ’ll bring a heart to thee with love running o’er, | |
| And then I ’ll leave thee and Lochaber no more. | |
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