On the windswept shores of Islay's land
Where the sea meets the peat and the sand
Three kings of the barrel, smoke in the air
Ardbeg, Lagavulin, Laphroaig, they're rare
From the heart of Islay, where the wild winds blow
Whiskey flows like a story, rich and slow
Ardbeg, Lagavulin, and Laphroaig's fire
They take you higher, with every sip you desire
Ardbeg's bold, with a punch so strong
Like the rugged coast where it belongs
Lagavulin's smoke, it rolls like the tide
Deep and smooth, with nothing to hide
From the heart of Islay, where the wild winds blow
Whiskey flows like a story, rich and slow
Ardbeg, Lagavulin, and Laphroaig's fire
They take you higher, with every sip you desire
Laphroaig's got that medicinal twist
A smoky kiss you just can't resist
In every drop, there's a history told
Of Islay's spirit, brave and bold
So raise your glass to the kings of the sea
Islay's finest, wild and free
Ardbeg, Lagavulin, Laphroaig in hand
Three whiskeys born from this ancient land