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 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.