RAMSAY
Fareweel to Lochaber, fareweel to my Jean,Where heartsome wi’ her I ha’e mony days been;For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,We’ll maybe 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,Maybe to return to Lochaber no more.Though hurricanes rage, and rise 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 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.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, wanting 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,I’ll bring a heart to thee with love running o’er,And then I’ll leave thee and Lochaber no more.Allan Ramsay.
Fareweel to Lochaber, fareweel to my Jean,Where heartsome wi’ her I ha’e mony days been;For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,We’ll maybe 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,Maybe to return to Lochaber no more.Though hurricanes rage, and rise 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 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.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, wanting 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,I’ll bring a heart to thee with love running o’er,And then I’ll leave thee and Lochaber no more.Allan Ramsay.
Fareweel to Lochaber, fareweel to my Jean,Where heartsome wi’ her I ha’e mony days been;For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,We’ll maybe 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,Maybe to return to Lochaber no more.
Though hurricanes rage, and rise 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 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.
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, wanting 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,I’ll bring a heart to thee with love running o’er,And then I’ll leave thee and Lochaber no more.
Allan Ramsay.