Westering home and a song in the air Light in the eye and its goodbye to care Laughter o' love and a welcoming there Isle o' my heart my own one
Tell me o' lands o' the Orient gay Speak o' the riches and joys o' Cathay Aye but its grand to be wakin' each day To find yourself nearer to Islay
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Where are the folk like the folk o' the West Cantie and couthie and kindly the best (cheerful and pleasant) There I would hie me and there I would rest (hide) At hame wi' my ain folk in Islay (home with my own)
