Píobaire, An, Volume 4, Issue 44, Page 19

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Píobaire, An

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19For Loch a ber no more, Loch a ber no more,Where heart some with thee I have ma ny days been.Fare well to Loch a ber, and fare well, my Jean,We’ll may be re turn to Loch a ber no more.These tears that I shed, they are all for my Dear,And no for the dan gers at tend ing on Weir;Tho’ bore on rough seas to a far bloo dy Shore,May be to re turn to Loch a ber no more.Lochaber No More Allan RamsayFarewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my JeanWhere heartsome with thee I have many times 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 Weir;Tho’ bore on rough seas to a far bloody Shore,Maybe to return to Lochaber no more.Tho’ hurricanes rise, and rise ev’ry wind,They’ll ne’er make a tempest like that in my mind.Tho’ loudest of thunder on louder waves roar,That’s naithing like leaving my love on the shore.To leave thee behind me, my heart is fair pain’d;By ease that’s inglorious, no fame can be gain’d;And beauty and love’s the reward of the brave,And I must deserve it before I can crave.Then glory, my Jeany, maun plead my excuse,Since Honour commands me, how can I refuse!Without it I ne’er can have merit for thee;And without thy favour, I’d better not be!I gae then, my lass, to win honour and fame,And if I should luck to come gloriously hame,A heart I will bring thee with love running o’er,And then I’ll leave thee and Lochaber no more.

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