Is this it?


Low on the Lossit The wind it was high,
The bay of storms tormented
Cnoc Moy shrouded in blackened sky,
The westerly wind lamented.

CHORUS: The white skervore broke like my heart,
Why oh why must we part,
Chinn'tire mo'cree you're all that is free
Aonan nan Galleann breagh

Jura and Islay, the dark Mull of Oa
The Rathlin light was flashing
I stood on the Galdrings the black rocks below
Atlantic waves were crashing

From Skerry Fell Fad I heard the reef roar
At battle with tempest and tide
The hours I wandered around your wild shore
I'll remember forever with pride

On nights at the Ennins I'd gaze to the west
As the golden sun was fading
The times that you held me were always the best
By dusk my thoughts were laden

I'll never forget that moment we met
Where Craigaig rolls down to the sea
Its with me forever I have no regrets
Aonan nan Gailleann breagh


This song was written by Eddie Maguire and Davie Robertson from Campbeltown Kintyre and is about someone's love for Kintyre. As well as being recorded by Ross Kennedy it is also on the Wee Toon Tellers CD "Ten Years Matured."