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.
The Skye Boat Song.
(Midi sequence by Barry Taylor - www.contemplator.com)
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 wind howls, loud the waves roar,
Thunder clouds rend the air.
Baffled our foes stand on the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield.
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field.
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men.
Yet, e'r the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.