Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean,
Where heartsome with thee I have mony day been;
For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
We'll may-be return to Lochaber no more.
These tears that I shed they are a' for my dear,
And not for the dangers attending on weir;
Tho' bore on rough seas to a far bloody shore,
May-be to return to Lochaber no more.
 
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 losing thy favour I'd better not be.
I gae then, my lass, to win honour 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.