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 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.
	 
	
	
	From Dennis McClain-Furmanski / dynasor@infi.net