Skye Boat Song

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
Say, could that lad be I
Merry of soul, he sailed on that day
Over the sea to Skye

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

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar
Thunderclaps rend the air
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare

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

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 like a bird on the wing
'Onward', the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
Say, could that lad be I
Merry of soul, he sailed on that day
Over the sea to Skye
Over the sea to Skye