Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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.