Bm G
How high the gulls fly o'er Islay.
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Bm A
How sad the farm lad deep in play.
G A Bm
Felt like a grain on your sand.
Bm G
How well the sheep's bell music makes.
Bm A
Rovin' the cliff when fancy takes.
G A Bm
Felt like the tide left me here.
Bm G
How blest the forest with birds' song.
Bm A
How neat the cut peat laid so long.
G A Bm
Felt like a seed on your land.
[Instrumental -- no time change in these lines]
Bm Bm G D Bm
Bm Bm G D Bm
Bm G
How high the gulls fly o'er Islay.
Bm A
How sad the farm lad deep in play.
G A Bm
Felt like the tide left me here.
G A Bm
Felt like a grain on your sand.
G A Bm
Felt like a grain on your sand.
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