Oh, a far croonin' is a-pullin' me away
as take I wi' my cromak to the road.
Oh, the far Coolins are puttin' love on me
as step I wi' the sunlight for my load.
Sure, by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Loch Aber I will go,
by heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step,
you've never smelt the tangle o' the Isles.
It's by Sheil water the track is to the west,
by Aillort and by Morar to the sea.
The cool cresses I am thinkin' o' for pluck,
and bracken for a wink on Mother's knee.
It's the blue islands are pullin' me away,
their laughter puts the leap upon the lame.
The blue islands from the skerries to the lews
wi' heather honey taste upon each name.