* Skye Boat Song
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing,
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea tae skye
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunder clouds rend the air;
Baffled our foe's stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare
Speed bonnie boat....
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
Speed bonnie boat....
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field
Speed bonnie boat...
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet, e'er the sword cool in it's sheath,
Charlie will come again.
Speed bonnie boat...