Skye boat song

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R.  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.

1  Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunder claps rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.

2  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.

3  Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield;
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field.

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

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