| Isle of Islay |
| Words and Music by Donovan Leitch |
| Note: Time change each line (4/4 : 2/4 : 4/4) * |
| Gm | Eb | |
| How high the gulls fly o'er | Islay. |
| |4/4 |2/4 | 4/4 | * |
| 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 l | and. |
| (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. |
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