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