Oh Eilean A` Cheo you are dear to me
From those high Cuillin hills, to your
blue sparkling sea.
The shores and the mountains, to my
bosom I hold.
As this vision of beauty, I gentle
You are full salty smell, with a sting
on my lips.
As your harbour lies teeming, with the
fish on your ships.
Green rolling hills, or a mountaineers
With a view over Coruisk, that is
My pearl of the ocean, and the love of
May your Otters abound you, and never
May those Seals grace your island, and
bob their wee heads,
Above the calm waters, as they search
the sea beds.
Oh my dearest of islands, your soul
lives in me.
In my mind I see beauty, of the shore
and the sea.
Come play your songs softly, then lull
me to sleep.
When I die t`is your memory, in my
heart that I`ll keep.
Sparkes June 2004