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.

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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.

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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.

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