Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to skye
Mull was astem, Rum on the port, Eigg on the starboard bow
Glory of youth glowed in his soul. Where is that glory now?

Give me again all that was there
Give me the sun that shone
Give me the eyes
Give me the soul
Give me the lad that's gone
Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone