PART I
On Jura’s heath how sweetly swell
The murmurs of the mountain bee!
How softly mourns the writhed shell
Of Jura’s shore, its parent sea!
But softer, floating o’er the deep,
The Mermaid’s sweet sea-soothing lay,
That charmed the dancing waves to sleep,
Before the bark of Colonsay.
Aloft the purple pennons wave,