Skye Boat Song
1.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird
on the 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-clouds rend the air;
Baffled our foes stand by the
shore,
Follow they will not dare.
2.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird
on the wing,
Onward, the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that's born to be
king.
Over the sea to Skye,
Tho' the waves leap, soft shall
ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed;
Rocked in the deep, Flora
will keep,
Watch by your weary head.
3.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird
on the 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.
4.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird
on the wing,
Onward, the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that's born to be
king.
Over the sea to Skye,
Burned are our homes, exile
and death,
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet ere the sword cool in the
sheath,
Charlie will come again.