Allan Ramsay

“ 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. ”