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