Nana Mouskouri - Skye Boat Song Lyrics
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,Onward, the sailors cryCarry the lad that's born to be kingOver the sea to skyeLoud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,Thunder clouds rend the air;Baffled our foe's stand on the shoreFollow they will not dareThough the waves leap, soft shall ye sleepOcean's a royal bedRocked in the deep, Flora will keepWatch by your weary headMany's the lad fought on that dayWell the claymore could wieldWhen the night came, silently layDead on Culloden's fieldBurned are our homes, exile and deathScatter the loyal menYet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath,Charlie will come again.*note:This song commemorates the escape of Bonnie Prince Charlie from theseshores when Flora MacDonald took him, disguised as a serving maid,from Uist to Skye in a small boat.Flora is buried at Kilmuir on the north coast of Skye. Prince Charlienear Rome where he was born.Words by Sir Harold Boulton, Bart., 1884. Music by AnnieMacLeod.
