| Lyrics: | SKYE BOAT SONG
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 clouds rend the
air;
Baffled our foe's stand on the shore
Follow they will not dare
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
Many's the lad
fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came, silently
lay
Dead on Culloden's field
CHORUS
Burned are our homes, exile and
death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come
again.
CHORUS
Words by Sir Harold Boulton, Bart., 1884.
Music by Annie
MacLeod.
Charles Edward Stewart, the Young Pretender, was routed by
the
Duke of Cumberland on Culloden Moor in 1745. Aided by a Jacobite
heroine, Flora
MacDonald, Bonnie Prince Charlie escaped to the
island of Skye in the inner Hebrides. He was
finally taken by a
French vessel to Morlaix on the coast of Bretagne. The first
half of
the tune is said to be an old sea shanty; the other half
is traditionally attributed to Miss
MacLeod.
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recorded by Paul
Robeson
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