John McDermott — The Skye Boat Song lyrics

Lyrics

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing
Onward the sialor’s cry
Carry the lad that’s born to be 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
Watched by your weary head
Many’s the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could weild
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 sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again!