Gm Eb

How high the gulls fly o'er Islay.

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Gm F

How sad the farm lad deep in play.

Eb F Gm

Felt like a grain on your sand.

Gm Eb

How well the sheep's bell music makes.

Gm F

Rovin' the cliff when fancy takes.

Eb F Gm

Felt like the tide left me here.

Gm Eb

How blest the forest with birds' song.

Gm F

How neat the cut peat laid so long.

Eb F Gm

Felt like a seed on your land.

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Gm Gm Eb Bb Gm

Gm Gm Eb Bb Gm

Gm Eb

How high the gulls fly o'er Islay.

Gm F

How sad the farm lad deep in play.

Eb F Gm

Felt like the tide left me here.

Eb F Gm

Felt like a grain on your sand.

Eb F Gm

Felt like a grain on your sand.