Classic Poem

" 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 foes stand on 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;
Rock'd 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. "

Burn'd are our homes, exile and death Scatter the loyal men;
Yet, ere the sword cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again

" 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. "