A daughter of brave Islay's lord, a perfect lady she From top to toe, this all who speak the truth will tell to thee; Handsome she is, stately and tall, winsome and chaste and good: In all she is, and all she does, a jewel of womanhood. A noble couple, and well matched; this thing I dare to tell,-- Among a thousand ladies she will bravely bear the bell. The Lady of Gairloch! I hear them shout with loud acclaim, While brimming cups are freely poured to her high honoured name. And bonfires blaze on all the heights, and all hearts are ablaze, From the green shelter of the strath up to the hoary braes; And all the clansmen stout and true attend with loyal pride, To prove their fealty to their chief, and greet his noble bride. Both high and low are feasting now, and telling man to man The virtues that from sire to son flowed on to bless the clan: Proudly they sit in friendly groups, and pray that evermore On them and theirs a gracious God full horn of joy may pour. The lovely lady long the pride of Islay's faithful strand, Of old heroic stock, shall now rule o'er this happy land; In west Argyll her kinsmen dwell, the clan of mighty name, Who never flinched and never failed to conquer where they came. In Tigh mor's goodly hall they sit, where deeds of great renown The blazoned story of the clan from sire to son come down: Sir Hector was a noble man, and when debate was stirred At Dingwall or at Inverness they owned his mighty word. Sir Francis was a gentleman, right courteous and polite, And all his tenants loved the lord who always loved the right; A hunter bold was he, and keen to mount from crag to crag, With wary foot, and bring to ground the fleet high-antlered stag. Good luck and joy be with the pair, favour from God and man; Health and goodwill and acres broad well planted with the clan; And length of happy days be theirs, and blessings without measure, And a fat purse to serve their need and entertain their leisure. Alexander Cameron, who may be called "the Tournaig bard," is a native of Inverasdale, on the west side of Loch Ewe. He was born about 1848. He has been manager of Mr Osgood H. Mackenzie's farm at Tournaig for some sixteen years, and has been on the Inverewe estate since he was a boy of fifteen. He is the author of a number of songs and poems of considerable merit. Perhaps the best of them is a poem in twenty verses in praise of Tournaig. The song in its original Gaelic appeared in the _Northern Chronicle_ in 1883. I have had the pleasure of hearing Alexander Cameron sing several of his own songs, and can testify to their graceful intonation. He is tall, and rather slenderly built, and has the courteous manner of a true Gairloch Highlander.