I sing a slightly different version, and these days always get (metaphysically) trampled on in the last line of the chorus.

I have been singing this for about 40 years, but have no idea where I learned it. It wasn't important to note the origin back then. Looking at it written down I have the uneasy feeling that the problem is that I use the wrong last line for the chorus, having shifted it from the verse. How the memory can play tricks.

We're westering home with a song in the air
Light of my eyes and its goodbye to care
Laughter and love and a welcoming there
Home with my own folk in Islay

Where are there folk like the folks of the west?
Happy and homely and kindly, the best
There I will hie me and there I will rest
At home with my own folk in Islay

Tell me a tale of the Orient gay
Tell me of ritches that come from Cathay
Ah but its grand to be waking at day
And find we are nearer to Islay.

Anne Croucher