Paroles de Isle Of Islay
How high the gulls flyO'er Ilay
How sad the farm lad
deep in play
Felt like a grain
on your sand
How well the sheep's bell
music makes
Roving the cliff
when fancy takes
Felt like a tide
left me here
How blessed the forest
with birdsong
How neat the cut peat
laid so long
Felt like a seed
on your land
LEITCH, DONOVAN
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