Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Skye Boat Song
CHORUS 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,
Thunderclouds rend the air;
Baffled, our foes
stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Manys the lad
fought on that day
Well the Claymore did wield
When the night came
Silently lay
Dead on Collodens Field
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.
Burned are their homes,
exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet ever the sword
cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.
