All about Muck
Have you ever been to Muck?
Or to the island of Eigg?
Perhaps you’ve been to Rum?
No, I’m not pulling your leg!
Three islands lost in the mist,
Just off the West Scottish coast.
That’s where you can eat haggis
Or black pudding served on toast.
Houses dot the lonely coves
Where sea eagles swoop and call,
And when the gale comes howling
You’ll see nobody at all.
Muck and Eigg and Rum, oh aye,
Three little worlds of their own.
So hop onto the ferry,
And you too can call them home.