Beinn Na Cailliche

A lonely place where the eagle sits
To guard or wait or hunt or,
To simply rest upon this shapely hill
Overlooking Broadford, sitting proud, exalted,
A monumental figurehead, tiny eyes, talons fulfil.

A princess of Norway dwelt at Caisteal Maol at Kyleakin.
Ships passing by to levy a toll or their fate to meet.
She threw a chain of flowers across the Sound of Sleat
'tis said that when the princess died
she was buried in a cairn on the top of Beinn Na Cailliche.

The princess was buried with a casket of gold,
And many have ventured to visit the summit
Of Beinn Na Cailliche to be beaten away
By the hail upon the breath
Of a cold winter's day,
Or by an army of rugged mist
Where the Black Wind sweeps
Vital, requisite, by death's cold lips be kissed.