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