Skye Boat Song - Jack, Amanda Palmer

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

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

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

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

Many’s the lad fought on that day

Well the Claymore could wield

When the night came, silently lay

Dead on Culloden’s field

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

Burned are their homes, exile and death

Scatter the loyal men;

Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath

Charlie will come again