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| SKYE BOAT SONG |
| Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, onwards 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, thunderclouds rent the air, Baffled our foe stand on the shore, follow they will not dare ... Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing, onwards the sailors cry, Carry the lad, thats born to be King, over the sea to Skye ... ... ... Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep, oceans a royal bed, Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep, watch by your weary head ... Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing, onwards the sailors cry, Carry the lad thats 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, silent they lay dead on Culloden's field ... Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing, onwards the sailors cry, Carry the lad, thats born to be King, over the sea to Skye ... ... ... Burned are our homes, exile and tears, scatter the loyal men, Yet ere be the sword cool in the sheath, Prince Charlie will bide again ... Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wind, onwards the sailors cry, Carry the lad thats born to be King, over the sea to Skye, Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing, onwards the sailors cry, Carry the lad thats born to be King, over the sea to Skye ... .... ... ... ... ... OVER THE SEA TO SKYE ... ... ... ~*~ LONG LIVE SCOTLAND ~*~ |