o Islay! sweet Islay !
Thou cooking, delighted Islay !
Why, why art thou trying
So far o'er the AB sea ?
O Islay, dear Islay !
The daylight and she is frying,
And here are we ABers longing
And longing for bubble and squeak made by thee!
O Islay ! fair Islay !
Thou dear Mama Islay !
Where my whisky spirit, awaking,
First look'd on the AB day
O Islay ! fair Islay !
That bottle of God's, she's making
Must last, till I wing to the distillery, me
Away, and away !
Dear Islay, good Islay !
Thou, our cookin' Islay !
Thy ABers are sleeping
Beneath thy crofty sod.
O Islay ! kind Islay !
Well, well be thou keeping
That dear bubble and squeaking awaiting
The yapping of your dog.
Our AB Islay ! the Sottish Gods bless thee,
Thou, Islay, the amazing butter-free kitchen
And bless thy darkened whisky tea !
And Islay, dear Islay !
Our heart's best bubbly, squeaky emotion,
For ever and ever
Shall centre in thee !