An t-Eilean Àlainn Ceud mile fàilte don eilean àlainn Ceud mile fàilte don àite bhòidheach Ceud mile fàilte do Mhuile àlainn Far an d’fhuair mi m’àrach an làithean m’òige Chan ann gun sòlas ar làithean m’òige Cha tàinig bròn ann am choir san àm sin Bu bheir mi còmhla ri cuideachd òigridh A chluich gu spòrsail san dòigh a b’annsa A b’àlainn riamh leam na coilltean grianach ‘s am faighte ‘n eunlaith bu bhreagha na chèilidh A’ chuthag liathghorm ‘s a’chòisir sgiathach Ri ceòl cho ciatach ‘s an òg-mhios Chèitein ‘S ged tha mi ‘m aonar ‘s mi fad om dhaoine Gu bràth cha chaochail mo ghaoil don àit’ ud Tìr bhòidheach chraobhach nam beann ‘s nan aonach ‘S mo dhùil bhith daonnan gum faodainn tàmh ann. Le Aonghas Mac Tàbhais Sgrìobhte ann am meadhan na 1930s nuair a bha e ann an Ard-sgoil an Òbain

The Beautiful Island A hundred thousand welcomes to the beautiful isle A hundred thousand welcomes to the lovely place A hundred thousand welcomes to beautiful Mull Where I was raised in my youth Our days of youth were not without happiness No sadness came near me at that time I was along with young company Playing happily in the usual way I always loved the sunny woods Where the birds were found in lovely company The blue-grey cuckoo and the winged choir Making lovely music in the month of May And though I am alone and far from my people Never will my love for that place die Lovely wooded land of bens and slopes And my intention is always to live there By Angus MacTavish Written in the mid-30s when he was a pupil at Oban High School