CHAPTER XXXIII.
“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 losing thy favour I’d better not be.
I gae, then, my lass, to win glory and fame,
And if I should chance to come gloriously hame,
I’ll bring a heart to thee with love running o’er,
And then I’ll leave thee and Lochaber no more.”