Farewell to Lochaber (John Wall Callcott)
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(Posted 2023-09-12) CPDL #75350:
- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2023-09-12). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 81 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download. Prepared from the primary source
- (Posted 2009-07-22) CPDL #19830: (Sibelius 5)
- Editor: Jonathan Goodliffe (submitted 2009-07-22). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 41 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Farewell to Lochaber
Composer: John Wall Callcott
Lyricist: Allan Ramsay (1686-1758)
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SSB
Genre: Secular, Glee
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella (originally). Piano accompaniment added by William Horsley (1774-1858).
First published: 1788 Warrens twenty-fifth collection
First published: 1824 Horsley (memorial edition)
Description: A three part glee
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Original text and translations
English text
Note: only the first verse was set to music
Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean,
Where heartsome wi' thee.. I ha'e mony days 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 no for the dangers attending on weir,
Tho' borne on rough seas to a far distant shore,
Maybe to return to Lochaber no more.
Though hurricanes rise, though rise ev'ry wind,
No tempest can equal the storm in my mind;
Though loudest of thunders, on louder waves roar,
There's naething like leavin' my love on the shore.
To leave thee behind me, my heart is sair pain'd;
But 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 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 honour and fame:
And if I should chance to come glorious hame,
I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er.
And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.