Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing!
"Onward!" the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to the king
Over the sea to Skye!

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunder clouds rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand on the shore
Follw they will not dare.

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing!
"Onward!" the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to the king
Over the sea to Skye!

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, like a bird on the wing!
"Onward!" the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to the 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 Cullonden's field

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing!
"Onward!" the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to the king
Over the sea to Skye!

Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet e'er the sword cool in the steath
Charlie will come again.

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing!
"Onward!" the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to the king
Over the sea to Skye!

 (Boulton / McLeod)

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