By Islay's Shores: a Victorian ballad

'By Islay's Shores' is a ballad, with words by William Black (1841-1898) and music by Alfred 

Stella. A review  in The Lute magazine (November 1 1891) says: 'A pathetic story is here 

related in verses so appropriate in diction and good in construction as to be worthy of being 

placed in the category of poetry. The melody attached by the composer lends itself admirably to the task of arousing the sympathies of the listener'.

The song seems to have started out a poem by Black in his 1885 novel 'White Heather', which

features a number of 'Rhymes by a Deerstalker' including this one. It is also included in Modern Scottish Poets, edited by D.H.Edwards in 1887:

By Islay's shores she sate and sang : 

" winds come blowing o'er the sea, 

And bring me back my love again 

That went to fight in Germanie " 

And all the live-long day she sang, 

And nursed the bairn upon her knee ; 

"Balou, balou, my bonnie bairn, 

Thy father's far in Germanie, 

" But ere the summer days are gane, 

And winter blackens bush and tree, 

Thy father will we welcome hame 

Frae the red wars in Germanie." 

Dark the night fell, dark and mirk ; 

A wraith stood by her icily : 

"Dear wife, I'll never more win hame, 

For I am slain in Germanie. 

" On Minden's field I'm lying stark, 

And Heaven is now my far countrie ; 

Farewell, dear wife, farewell, farewell, 

I'll ne'er win hame frae Germanie." 

And all the year she came and went, 

And wandered wild frae sea to sea : 

" neighbours, is he ne'er come back, 

My love that went to Germanie ? " 

Port Ellen saw her many a time; 

Round by Port Askaig wandered she : 

"Where is the ship that's sailing in 

With my dear love frae Germanie ? ' 

But when the darkened winter fell : 

"It's cold for baith my bairn and me ; 

Let me lie down and rest awhile : 

My love's away frae Germanie. 

"far away and away he dwells ; 

High Heaven is now his fair countrie; 

And there he stands with arms outstretched- 

To welcome hame my bairn and me" 

See also these songs:

An Islay Song from 1850

Ceann Traigh Ghruinneart

Tales and Travels of a School Inspector

The 1872 Education Act created a system of state-funded schools in Scotland overseen by local School Boards. Long before Ofsted, school inspectors were sent around the country to check that schools were doing their job properly and that therefore that they were entitled to continue to receive funding . John Wilson, who was born in Dufftown in Banffshire and had been a headteacher in Morayshire, joined the inspectorate in 1882 and continued as an inspector until the 1920s, with his patch covering parts of the Highlands and many of the Islands - including Islay, Jura, Colonsay, Lewis and Orkney, among others. Shortly after his retirement he wrote 'Tales and Travels of a School Inspector' looking back on his long career (republished by Acair in 1998).

His account provides lots of interesting details of the social history of that period. He describes the poverty, including a visit to Lewis where 'children were vomiting water' during an examination as a result of being desperately hungry and gorging on water to try and fill themselves up. He mentions religious controversies, including Free Church ministers in some areas attempting to ban the teaching of singing in schools. And he remarks sadly on the decline of Gaelic - a fact partly explained by the fact that most teaching was in English.

Some children lived too far away to attend school, and the inspector was also required to check that they were being taught properly at home. He describes an occasion on Jura where 'A girl twelve years of age, daughter of a gamekeeper, who lived fully twelve miles from the nearest school' was late to meet him for examination as a result of stormy weather. So as not to miss the boat back to Islay, the inspector put the girl through her maths and other tests in a farmer's cart on the way to the ferry

Travelling around the islands in all seasons was not without its risks and he describes a hair raising journey in a storm from Colonsay to Port Askaig, where on finally getting off his boat at 2:30 am he was harangued by a parent complaining about his child's school!

In a chapter on hospitality he mentiond 'staying for a few nights in Bridgend Hotel in Islay' one winter, where 'The wife of the proprietor of Dunlossit in the north end of the island was entertaining a number of the leading natives'.  Seeing that Wilson was all alone, the inspector was invited to join the party as a result of which he 'spent a most enjoyable evening'.

Also in relation to Islay he talks of the 'exquisite crosses at Kildalton in Islay' and says that  'I never visited the small school of Kintour in this neighbourhood without having another look at it and other crosses within two hundred yards of the public road'.

Wilson was in Islay during the First World War, and recalls one of its great tragedies: 'When I think of Islay I see Port Ellen, where I had occasion to be during the Great War when the Tuscania, with thousands of American soldiers, had just been torpedoed by a German submarine off the south coast with terrible consequences. Two rafts of curious construction lay stranded on the sandy beach in front of the hotel. A series of loops of rope with small globular wooden floats was attached to each side. A soldier clutching one of these could keep himself afloat till rescued/ The bodies washed ashore were collected and buried in a fenced piece of grassy sward about a mile to the west of the village' (this burial ground was at Kilnaughton - see previous post on Tuscania burials).



Portnahaven School in 1915 with teacher Jean Currie on left -
Wilson would almost certainly have visited this school during this period
(photo from Betsy West's Photo Gallery)