Island of Mull, island of joy:
wave-washed,
sun-topped,
wind-warmed,
peak-blasted,
with glens tight with hazel and oak,
straths grass-tawny, stepping waterfalls,
and mighty Ben More of the eagles
set high over all.

Island of Mull, island of joy:
dream-held,
burn-foamed,
deer-scattered,
gled-soaring,
with such the exile wears his memories.
As life's wrack ebbs his brief mortality
he still sees the green-richness of Ben More
rooted in the seas.