There's a ship lies off Dunvegan, An' she longs to spread her wings, An' through a' the day she beckons, An' thro' a' the nicht she sings! "Come awa', awa', my darlin', Come awa', awa', wi' me, and fly To a land that is fairer, kinder, Than the moors and the hills o' Skye. Oh, my heart! My weary, weary heart! There's ne'er a day goes by But it turns hame to Dunvegan, By the storm-beat hills o' Skye. I hae wandered miles fu' many, I hae mark'd fu' many a change, I hae won me gear in plenty, In this land sae fair, but strange. Yet at times a spell is on me, I'm a child, a child once again to rin On the hills aboon Dunvegan, An' the kind sea shuts me in. Oh, my heart! My weary, weary heart! There's ne'er a day goes by But it turns hame to Dunvegan, By the storm-beat hills o' Skye.
- by William McLennan (1856 - 1904) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Victor Harris (1869 - 1943), "The hills o' Skye", op. 23 (Lieder) no. 1, published 1904 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972), "The hills o' Skye", op. 37 (Six songs) no. 3, published 1901 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, A. P. Schmidt [sung text checked 1 time]
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