Skye Boat Song
УSpeed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
OnwardФ, the sailors cry.
УCarry the lad that`s born to be king,
Over the sea to Skye!Ф
1.Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunder clouds rend the air.
Baffled, our foes stand on the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
2.Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean`s a royal bed.
Rock`d in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.
3.Many`s the lad fought on that day,
Well the claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden`s field.
4.Burn`d are our homes, exile and death.
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet, e`er the sword cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come again.