Don Stiùbhard air dha bhith fàgail a “Fusilier” Mo shoraidh leis an àrmunn Tha ‘n diugh a’dol gar fàgail Mo dhùrachd guidheam slàn leis Gach taobh gu bràth a ghabhas e Bho Chanàil a’Chrìonain A dh’ionnsaich Inn na “Teapot” Bha iomadh tè san tìr sin A bhiodh a’strì ri d’leannanachd Gur iomadh caileag bhòidheach ‘S a’Chorpaich, ‘s anns an Òban Bha dèidheil air bhith còmhla riut ‘S do phòg air bhlas na meala leò Bha thu flathail, fialaidh Gach dòigh ‘san deanadh d’iarraidh Sìobhalta nad bhriathran ‘S cha chualas nàmh ri casaid thu Bha thu uasal, sìobhalta, ‘S cha robh do chridhe spìocach Bu mhaith thoirt seachad “pinnt” thu Gu leigheas chinn ‘s na madainnean Gu bàtaichean an iar-dheas A dh’fhalbh thu bhuainn am bliadhna A chum ‘s gum biodh tu rialadh ‘S a’cumail rian air Sasannaich Le Aonghas Macphàil, Eilean Idhe

To the Steward on leaving the “Fusilier” My farewell to the hero Who is going to leave us today My wish that he will be healthy Wherever he may go From the Crinan Canal Towards the Teapot Inn Many a girl in that land Would be fighting for your love! Many a beautiful girl In Corpach, and in Oban Was keen to be with you Your kiss had the taste of honey for them You were heroic and generous In anything you were asked to do Courteous in your speech And an enemy was never heard to accuse you You were noble and courteous Your heart was not mean-spirited You were good at serving a pint To heal a sore head in the mornings. To the boats of the South West You went away from us this year So that you can be ruling And keeping the English in order! By Angus MacPhail, Iona