Who is it loves the sea,
And the salt sea-spray on his face?
Come, let him sail with me
And flee from the land for a space.
Let us leave the long streches of road,
Hemmed in by the hedges and walls,
And turn where the limitless tides have flowed
And the voice of the sea-bird calls.

I.B.S.Holbourn,
Laird of Foula, 1902-1935