The Skye Boat Song
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on a wing, onward the sailors cry.Carry the lad that's born to be King, over the sea to Skye!
Loud the winds howl, Loud the waves roar, thunder claps rend the air
Baffled our foes stand by the shore, follow they will not dare.
Through the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep; ocean's a royal bed;
Rocked in the deep,Flora will keep watch by your weary hea
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on a wing, onward the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be King, over the sea to Skye!
Many's the lad fought on that day, well the claymore could wield
When the night came, silently lay dead on Culloden's field
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on a wing, onward the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be King, over the sea to Skye!
Burned our homes, exile and death scatter the loyal men:
Yet, o'er the sword cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again.
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on a wing, onward the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be King, over the sea to Skye!