Lyrics
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,
Thunderclaps run the air.
Baffled our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean's are royal bed.
Rocked in 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.
Burned are our homes, exile and death,
Scatter the loyal men.
Yet, ere the sward cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again
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