The new way of The Soldier's Return/Lochaber No More

by Anonymous

LOCHABER NO MORE.

Fareweel to Lochaber and fareweel to my Jean,
Where hearts me with hae I've mony time been,
For Lochaber no more Lochaber no more,
We'll may be return o Lochaber no more.

These tears that shed they are a' for my dear,
And no for the dangers attending on weir:
Though born on rough seas to a far bloody shore
Maybe, to return to Lochaber no more.

Tho hurricanes rise, and rise every wind,
They'll ne’er make a tempest like that in my mind,
Tho’ loudest of thunder 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:
By ease that’s inglorious no fame can be gain’d,
And beauty and love’s the reward of the brave,
And I maun 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 hae luck to come gloriously hame.
I’ll bring thee a heart with love rinnin’ o’er,
And then I’ll leave thee and Lochaber no more.

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