FAREWELL to the Cuillin,
Farewell to the Grey Isle,
Farewell!
To the black crags and the bleak skies;
To the brown burn where the trout lies;
To the wind that cries in the heather-bell,
Farewell!
Farewell to the hill-path,
Farewell to the dun deer,
Farewell!
To the bare croft and the blown tree;
To the whaup's wail and the pee-wee;
To the song of the sea in the drifting shell,
Farewell!
