Skye Boat Song - Barbara Dickson

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

Thunder will 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 yield

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