Where heartsome with thee I’ve mony day been;
For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
We’ll maybe return to Lochaber no more.
Those tears that I shed, they’re a’ for my dear,
And no for the dangers attending on weir,
Tho’ borne on rough seas to a far, bloody shore,
Maybe to return to Lochaber no more.
Tho’ hurricanes arise and rise every wind,
They’ll ne’er make a tempest like that in my mind;
Tho’ loudest of thunder on loudest waves roar,