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,
Thunderclouds rend the air
Baffled our foes stand on the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
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!
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.
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 in Culloden's field.
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 their homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet e`r the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again! |