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Chorus

My fair and rare one, my faithful fond one,
My faithful fair, wilt not come to me,
On bed of pain here who remain here
With weary longing for a sight of thee?

If wings were mine now to skim the brine now,
And like a seagull to float me free,
To Islay's shore now, they'd bear me o'er now,
Where dwells the maiden that is dear to me.

O were I yonder with her to wander
Beneath the green hills, beside the sea,
With birds in chorus that warble o'er us
And ruth of kisses so sweet to me.

For let the sky here be wet or dry here,
With peaceful breeze here or windy war,
In winter glooming or summer blooming,
'Tis all one season, love, when thou art far.

Ian Giles


My fair and rare one, my faithful fond one,
My faithful fair, wilt not come to me,
On bed of pain here, who will remain here
With weary longing for sight of thee?

If wings were mine now, to skim the brine now,
And like a seagull to float me free,
To Islay's shore now, I skim o'er now,
Where waits the lassie so dear to me.

(Repeat Chorus)

And where I ever, with her to wander
Beneath the green hills, beside the sea,
With birds in chorus, to whistle o'er us
And ruth of kisses so dear to me.

(Repeat Chorus)

And if the sky here be wet or dry here
With peaceful breeze, or a windy war
In summer blooming in winter glooming
'Tis all one season, love, when thou art far.

(Repeat Chorus)