Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that was born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Thunderclaps rend the air
Baffled our foes, stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore did wield
When the night came, silently lain
Dead on Culloden field
Though the waves heave, soft will ye sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head
Burned are our homes,
Exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet e'er the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.
