Bho m'uinneag trath Beinn Ianabhaig ag eiridh suas A'ghrian air a chul Cuir or air a'bhagh Madainn blath Dealbh beo Tha a Chuilthionn gun cheo 'S chaneil sgo air m'aire Mi coiseachd moch trath Na bataichean 's a Chamus Ban Ceo teas anns a' fhraoich Air an t-eilean uaine Tha ghrian a sineadh sios Air sraidean Phortrigh 'S ged tha mi cho sunndach B'fhearr gun robh mi fuireach --oOo-- From my window early Ben Ianabhaig is rising up The sun behind it Putting gold on the bay Warm morning Living picture The Cuillins without mist And there is not a cloud on my mind I'm walking early The boats and the Camus Ban Warm mist in the heather On the green island The sun is shinning down On the streets of Portree And although I am so joyous I would prefer I had remained