This is "An t-Eilean Muileach" that Bruce mentioned. Not the same song that The Weavers recorded, but I thought someone might be interested. DanTHE ISLE OF MULL
The Isle of Mull is of isles the fairest,
Of ocean's gems 'tis the first and rarest;
Green grassy island of sparkling fountains,
Of waving woods and high tow'ring mountains.1
How pleasant 'twas in the sweet May morning,
The rising sun thy gay fields adorning;
The feathered songsters their lays were singing,
While rocks and woods were with echoes ringing.The Isle of Mull, etc.
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But gone are now all those joys for ever,
Like bubbles bursting on yonder river:
Farewell, farewell, to thy sparkling fountains,
Thy waving woods and high tow'ring mountains.The Isle of Mull, etc.
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