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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.
 


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