[00:25.61]Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
[00:31.00]Onward! the sailors cry;
[00:36.11]Carry the lad that's born to be king
[00:41.45]Over the sea to Skye.
[00:46.28]
[00:46.62]Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
[00:51.78]Thunderclaps rend the air;
[00:56.74]Baffled, our foes stand on the shore,
[01:02.00]Follow they will not dare.
[01:06.89]
[01:07.25]Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
[01:12.54]Onward! the sailors cry;
[01:17.67]Carry the lad that's born to be king
[01:23.00]Over the sea to Skye.
[01:27.87]
[01:28.31]Many's the lad, fought on that day
[01:33.26]Well the claymore did wield;
[01:38.39]When the night came, silently lay
[01:43.57]Dead on Culloden's field.
[01:48.34]
[01:48.68]Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
[01:53.93]Onward! the sailors cry;
[01:59.12]Carry the lad that's born to be king
[02:04.35]Over the sea to Skye.
[02:09.16]
[02:09.55]Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
[02:14.69]Ocean's a royal bed.
[02:19.91]Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
[02:25.24]Watch by your weary head.
[02:30.20]
[02:30.55]Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
[02:35.82]Onward! the sailors cry;
[02:40.96]Carry the lad that's born to be king
[02:46.19]Over the sea to Skye.
[02:51.39]

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 Culloden's 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 shall 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.