Speed bonnie boat
Like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad
That was born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Burned was our homes
Exile and jail
Scots are the royal men
Yet for my son, here in my arms,
Charlie will come again
Many's the lad
We fought on that day
Claymores were swinging weild
When the night came
Silenty laid dead on Culloden's field
Burned was my home
Exile and jail
Scots are the royal men
Yet for my son, here in my arms,
Charlie will come again
Speed bonnie boat
Like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad
That was born to be king
Over the sea to Skye