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Johann Christian Bach (arr.)
(1735 - 1782)
Lochaber no more
(Soprano/Tenor,2 Flutes,2 Violins,'Cello)
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Lochaber no more
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149324 : Bach (arr.) : Lochaber no more : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs)
A well-known Scottish song arranged by Bach for concert performance by the castrato Giusto Fernando Tenducci (who would have sung it in the higher register).
Lyrics: Allan Ramsay
Farewell to Lochaber and farewell, my Jean,
Where heartsome with thee I have many days been;
For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.
These tears that I shed, they are all for my dear,
And not for the dangers attending on war;
Tho' borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore,
Maybe to return to Lochaber no more.
Tho' hurricanes rise, and rise ev'ry wind,
They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my mind;
Tho' loudest of thunder on louder waves roar;
That's naething like leaving my love on the shore.
To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pained;
By ease that's inglorious no fame can be gained;
And beauty and love's the reward of the brave,
And I must 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 should luck to come gloriously hame,
A heart I'll bring to thee with love running o'er,
And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.
Farewell to Lochaber and farewell, my Jean,
Where heartsome with thee I have many days been;
For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.
These tears that I shed, they are all for my dear,
And not for the dangers attending on war;
Tho' borne on rough seas to a far bloody shore,
Maybe to return to Lochaber no more.
Tho' hurricanes rise, and rise ev'ry wind,
They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my mind;
Tho' loudest of thunder on louder waves roar;
That's naething like leaving my love on the shore.
To leave thee behind me my heart is sair pained;
By ease that's inglorious no fame can be gained;
And beauty and love's the reward of the brave,
And I must 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 should luck to come gloriously hame,
A heart I'll bring to thee with love running o'er,
And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.