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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
From: dynasor@infi.net (Dennis McClain-Furmanski)
Date: 8 Jul 1995 06:29:17 GMT
Subject: CRD: Isle of Islay (Donovan)

CRD: isle_of_islay.crd   /d/donovan

Isle of Islay
Words and Music by Donovan Leitch

{CRD file by Dennis McClain-Furmanski/dynasor@infi.net}

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.

--
dynasor@infi.net                                       The Doctor is on.
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