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