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Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, / Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day / Over the sea to Skye.
Mull was astern, Rum on the port, / Eigg on the starboard bow; / Glory of youth glowed in his soul: / Where is that glory now?
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, / Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day / Over the sea to Skye.
Give me again all that was there, / Give me the sun that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me the soul, / Give me the lad that's gone!
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, / Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day / Over the sea to Skye.
Billow and breeze, islands and seas, / Mountains of rain and sun, / All that was good, all that was fair, / All that was me is gone.