For O it was the hunting then of my bonnie, bonnie Fawn!
For some moments there was dead silence. Then a heavy sigh came from within the cottage.
Sheumas Maclean at last made a step forward. But before his shadow fell across the doorway Isla had breathed a few melancholy notes from his feadan, and then began a slow wailing song.
O heart that is breaking,
Breaking, breaking,
O for the home that I canna, canna win:
O the weary aching,
The weary, weary aching
To be in the home that I canna, canna win!
For O the long home-sickness,