Flannan Isle lies in the South by the Point of Kedgeree Forty-seven miles from land in the roughest part of the sea On the finest day the sea is black They say no one has ever come back from there
They say the wicked spirits haunt the lighthouse in the night Fierce ghosts of many men who tried to stop the warning light Waves are hurled against the ugly rocks Spray is changed at once to a wall of ice Bird who wants to rest its tired wings Lands, and it is turned to a (dummy?) of stone
The island's rocks have many caves that smell of dying flesh They lure the strangers to their maze of never ending length The empty cave is filled with sound (A madman lying??) in the ground below
Each month a boat is sucked to perish by the rocky isle Each time the moon is full the currents are directed there Boats that sail too near to Flannan Isle Feel the weather change and they turn away If they dare to look behind them, still Screams of disappointment fill the air