| Westering home and a song in the air
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| Light in the eye and its good by to care
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| Laughter o love and a welcoming there
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| Isle of my heart my own land
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| Tell me a tale of the Orient gay
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| Tell me of riches that come from Cathay
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| Ah but it’s grand to be waken at day
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| And find oneself nearer to Islay
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| And it’s westering home with a song in the air
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| Light of me eye and it’s goodbye to care
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| Laughter and love are a welcoming there
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| Pride of my heart my own love
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| Where are the folks like the folks of the west
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| Canty and couthy and kindly, our best
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| There I would hie me and there I would rest
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| At home with my own folks in Islay
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| And it’s westering home with a song in the air
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| Light of me eye and it’s goodbye to care
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| Laughter and love are a welcoming there
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| Pride of my heart my own love
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| Now I’m at home and at home I do lay
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| Dreaming of riches that come from Cathay
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| I’ll hop a good ship and be on my way
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| And bring back my fortune to Islay
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| And it’s westering home with a song in the air
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| Light of me eye and it’s goodbye to care
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| Laughter and love are a welcoming there
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| Pride of my heart my own love |