Donovan - Isle of islay
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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] *GmHow high the gulls fly o'er EbIslay.
|4/4 |2/4 | 4/4 | *
GmHow sad the farm lad deep in Fplay.
EbFelt like a Fgrain on your Gmsand.
GmHow well the sheep's bell music Ebmakes.
GmRovin' the cliff when fancy Ftakes.
EbFelt like the Ftide left me Gmhere.
GmHow blest the forest with birds' Ebsong.
GmHow neat the cut peat laid so Flong.
EbFelt like a Fseed on your lGmand.
[Instrumental -- no time change in these lines]
Gm Gm Eb Bb Gm
Gm Gm Eb Bb Gm
GmHow high the gulls fly o'er EbIslay.
GmHow sad the farm lad deep in Fplay.
EbFelt like the Ftide left me Gmhere.
EbFelt like a Fgrain on your Gmsand.
EbFelt like a Fgrain on your Gmsand.
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