This song was by Adam Austin, a physician in Edinburgh who was courting Jean Drummond, daughter of John Drummond of Megginch, with hopes of getting married. Sadly for the writer, James, Duke Of Athole, also fell in love with the same lady, proposed and was accepted, so the doctor was jilted.
Dr. Austin didn't rove to distant climates as promised in the song, but continued to practise medicine in Edinburgh, where, some four or five years afterwards, he was married.
Having survived her first husband, Jean Drummond was married for a second time, this time to Lord Adam Gordon.
There is also a Scottish country dance called For Lack Of Gold.
No cruel fair shall ever move
My injur'd heart again to love;
Thro' distant climates I must rove;
Since Jeany she has left me, Oh!
Ye pow'rs above, I to your care
Give up my faithless, lovely fair;
Your choicest blessings be her share,
Tho' she's for ever left me, Oh!