“God thee bless, thou loved Iona.”

THE DEATH OF COLUMBA. Saxon stranger, thou did’st wisely, Sunder’d for a little space From that motley stream of people Drifting by this holy place; With the furnace and the funnel Through the long sea’s glancing arm, Let them hurry back to Oban, Where the tourist loves to swarm. Here, upon this hump of granite, […]

Beannachadh Luinge

God bless the good ship of Clan Ranald, The first day it leaps on the wave, The ship and the sailors who man it The first on the roll of the brave! May the Three and the One be their guidance, Who tempers the blasts when they bray, Or tossed mid the war of the […]