That I will soon be showing.
From the MacCailein a good part
Of my life’s blood I borrow,
MacCailein bountiful to bards,
Then how should I find sorrow?
In Earla I was born and bred,
I tell you true the story,
A very noble place it is,
’Twixt Aros and Tobermory,
Macdonald lies off to the west: