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 and sun

All that was good all that was fair

All that was me is gone

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