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