A great white rainbow
A “lifeline” of concrete and steel
Leaps o’er Red Cuillin,
Hills whose vistas shine less bright
Now, upon we pilgrims.
Many are the travellers
Whose bonnie boats have sped
Tourists, tradesmen, hardy warriors
As one in spirit, in wonder gazed
Upon New Etna at sunset.
Now our wheeled icons speed us
In comfort, the salty breeze deposed
By air conditioning.
And that which should unite
Does somehow rend asunder in our hearts.