Skye Boat Song

 (Sir Harold Edwin Boulton) (C3)
1. Speed bonny boat, like a bird on the wing,
«Onward» the sailors cry!
Cary the lad that's born to be king,
over the sea to Skye

     (Refr.)
     Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
     thunderclaps rend the air.
     Baffled our foes, stand on the shore,
     Follow they will not dare.

2. Bold the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
watch by your weary head.

     (Refr.)

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

     (Refr.)

4. Burned are our homes, exiled and dead,
scattered the loyal men.
Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again