As parting gay from Crinan’s shore,
From Morven’s wars the seamen brave
Their gallant Chieftain homeward bore.
In youth’s gay bloom, the brave Macphail
Still blamed the lingering bark’s delay;
For her he chid the flagging sail,
The lovely Maid of Colonsay.
“And raise,” he cried, “the song of love,
The maiden sung with tearful smile,
When first, o’er Jura’s hills to rove,