Skye Boat

Speed bonny 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 claps rend the air
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare

Though the waves leap, soft Charlie sleep
The ocean's a royal bed
Rocked on the deep, Flora will keep

Watch by your weary head

Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field

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

Burnt are our homes; exile and death
Scatter our loyal men
Yet ere the sword's cold in its sheath
Charlie will come again