Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean, / Where heartsome wi thee I hae mony days been; / For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, / Well maybe return to Lochaber no more.
What was my mornings thought, at nights the same; / The poor and rich but differ in the name. / Contents the greatest bliss we can procure / Frae boon the lift; without it kings are poor.