The Skye Boat Song - Clamavi De Profundis

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

Thunderclaps 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

Many’s the lad, fought on that day

Well the claymore did wield;

When the night came, silently lay

Dead on Cullodens 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

Though the waves leap, soft will 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

Will ye no' come back again?

Will ye no' come back again?

Better loved ye canna be

Will ye no' come back again?