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.
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.
Many's the lad fought on that day,
Well the claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay Dead in Culloden's field.
Burned are their homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet e'er the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.
