I sing the beauteous Isle of Wight !
Th’unparallel’d, unalloy’d charm
Conferr’d by God for our delight.
Was ever a more prettier sight
Than Vectis’ verdant field and farm?
I sing the beautiful Isle of Wight !
Or peep from Pepper-pot’s lofty height
To cliffy Blackgang’s cloven calm,
Conferr’d by God for our delight.
This diamond, sapphire-sea bedight,
Secreted in Poseidon’s palm:
I sing the beautiful Isle of Wight !
No serpents this fair Eden
blight;
Her loveliness misdeeds disarm,
Conferr’d by God for our delight,
Fair Vectis doth all ills requite
And on each wound pour healing balm.
O sing the beautiful Isle of Wight ,
Conferr’d by God for our delight!
