Sing Me a song of a lass that is gone, say could that lass be I.
Merry of soul she sailed on a day, over the sea to Skye

Billow and breeze, islands and seas, mountains of rain & sun.
All that was good, all that was fair. All that was me is gone

Sing Me a song of a lass thais gone, say could
that lass be I.
Merry of soul she sailed on a day, over the sea to Skye

Harold Boulton