(Traditional)  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