Hail to the clime of the mist and the mountain!
Of cataract foaming in boisterous glee; Hail to Cuchullin! proud-peering through cloudland,
In red, rocky grandeur, from sea unto sea. Fair isle of the patriot, the sage and the songster!
Thou shrine of the deeds of the noble and brave! Who lived for their kinsmen, who died for their country;
Whose ashes repose in a far, foreign grave.

Of spirit undaunted, of intellect bright
As the glistening lakes in thy bosom which lie; The archives of learning, the annals of might
Shall lustre for ever the heroes of Skye.[Note] Injustice may scathe thee, deep gloom thee surround,
Thy night shall yet vanish, bright dawn to restore; When peace and fair plenty once more shall abound,
From Macleod's sea-girt castle to Armadale's shore.