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Skye Boat Song
by Harold Boulton
Chorus
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward, the sailor’s cry
Carry the lad that’s born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Loud the s howl, loud the waves roar
Thunder claps rend the air
Baffled our foes stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare
Chorus
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward, the sailor’s 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 on the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head
Chorus
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward, the sailor’s 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 field
Chorus
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward, the sailor’s cry
Carry the lad that’s to Carlisle ha 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
Yetts, its
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- Cultural & History