In the North West Highlands of Scotland
Near Cape Wrath in Sutherland
Lies the beautiful, haunted Sandwood Bay
And its eerie, eldritch strand
And here once Picts & Vikings roved
And grey wolves howled at night
And long ships scythed through the sparkling waves
Winds swelled the sailcloth tight
From here, in the Highland Clearances
Tenants were sent away
But the ghosts clung on like limpets
To their home in Sandwood Bay
Mermaids flit through the waters
Where the ships lie wrecked below
And the gold from a Spanish galleon
Spills out where the seaweeds flow
The ghostly shapes of horses
Stream like running tides
Over the dunes and pebbles
Of Sandwood's golden sides
And a gnarled, bearded sailor
Walks from the hoary past
Silent he is and sinister
Like the chill from a wintry blast
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