It's been five days In these boats of the Glen Carrig When I's awed by such solitude Alas, God moves in mysterious ways
So we pulled wearily towards the isle I swear t'was all but flagrant flatness If we'd only known it was sheer madness We'd stayed away many nautical mile
Then there came the first telling of life Like a lonesome wind on a breathy sigh Yet there was no breeze that filled the air With such a despairful cry
We harked to the weeping of souls When it died away - no further calls There was this monstrous silence after all Again we harked - what might next befall?
A sullen growling from afar The dark was full of it, I swear Aye, no word of which I've knowledge So well describes the hunger, most awesome to the ear