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Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing,
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Onward the sialor's cry.
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Carry the lad that's born to be king
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Over the sea to Skye.
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Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep;
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Ocean's a royal bed.
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Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
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Watched by your weary head.
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(Chorus)
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Many's the lad fought on that day
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Well the claymore could weild.
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When the night came, silently lay
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Dead on Culloden's field.
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(Chorus)
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Burned are our homes, exile and death
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Scatter the loyal men.
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Yet, 'ere the sword cool in the sheath
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Charlie will come again!
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(Chorus)
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The Skye Boat Song
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| John McDermott |
