G#m Fb
How high the gulls fly o'er Islay.
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G#m F#
How sad the farm lad deep in play.
Fb F# G#m
Felt like a grain on your sand.
G#m Fb
How well the sheep's bell music makes.
G#m F#
Rovin' the cliff when fancy takes.
Fb F# G#m
Felt like the tide left me here.
G#m Fb
How blest the forest with birds' song.
G#m F#
How neat the cut peat laid so long.
Fb F# G#m
Felt like a seed on your land.
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G#m G#m Fb Cb G#m
G#m G#m Fb Cb G#m
G#m Fb
How high the gulls fly o'er Islay.
G#m F#
How sad the farm lad deep in play.
Fb F# G#m
Felt like the tide left me here.
Fb F# G#m
Felt like a grain on your sand.
Fb F# G#m
Felt like a grain on your sand.
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