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Mull of Galoway to Oban

 

 

 

As we steam to the North

The land is on fire

They are burning off the heather

On the Mull of Kintyre

 

Struggling round the Mull

We are boring the ebb tide

The waters dance merrily

Along our ships side

 

In the distance Islay’s rolling hills

Appear before our eyes

Home of ancient feudal lords

And fearsome battle cries

 

The distinctive smell of peat fire

Now fills the morning glow

Adding flavour to the barley

That makes life water flow

 

Turning to the North East

After steaming many a mile

We pass the Isle of Gigha

Also known as God’s own isle

 

Away to starboard is Loch Tarbert

It’s entrance an opening door

To port the island of Jura

With it’s rugged mountain shore

 

 

 

 

Around the Paps of Jura

Eagle and deer abound

Next we pass the light at Skervuile

As we head up Jura sound

 

Now we pass the canal at Crinan

Where I passed through as a child

To our right the Corryvreckan

The pool so fast and wild

 

Passing now the isle of Luing

We leave behind the sound

Out into open waters

For Oban Bay now bound

 

Rounding now Sheep Island

In the quickly fading light

Our course now set at East by North

For Kerrara, a welcome sight

 

As we navigate up through the sound

Past flashing lights and buoy

The twinkling lights of Oban

Now fill my heart with joy

 

Jim Campbell

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