King's Singers Skye Boat Song
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 rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
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
Many's the lad fought on that day,
Well the claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead in Cullodoen's field.
Burned are their homes, exile and death,
Scatter the loyal men.
Yet e'er the sword cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come again.
