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Valerie Dunbar's abbreviated version of D. MacPhail's lyrics

The Isle of Mull is of Isles the fairest,
Of ocean's gems 'tis the first and rarest;
Green grassy island of sparkling fountains,
Of waving woods and high tow'ring mountains.

How pleasant 'twas in the sweet May morning,
The rising sun thy gay fields adorning;
The feather'd songsters their lays were singing,
While rocks and woods were with echoes ringing.

But gone are now all those joys for ever,
Like bubbles bursting on yonder river.
Farewell, farewell, to thy sparkling fountains,
Thy waving woods and high tow'ring mountains.

The Isle of Mull is of Isles the fairest,
Of ocean's gems 'tis the first and rarest;
Green grassy island of sparkling fountains,
Of waving woods and high tow'ring mountains;
Green grassy island of sparkling fountains,
Of waving woods and high tow'ring mountains.