Clamavi De Profundis - The Skye Boat Song

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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?