Skye Boat Song oDDBall

The fact I cannot sing does not mean I will not
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"The Skye Boat Song" is a Scottish folk song that tells the story of Bonnie Prince Charlie's escape after the Battle of Culloden in 1746. After the defeat of the Jacobite forces by the British Army, Bonnie Prince Charlie (Prince Charles Edward Stuart) was on the run. The song describes how he was aided in his escape by Flora MacDonald, who helped him flee to the Isle of Skye by boat.

The lyrics of the song evoke the dramatic and romantic imagery of this escape. They highlight the perilous journey across the sea, the loyalty of his supporters, and the longing for the restoration of the Stuart claim to the British throne. The opening lines of the chorus are particularly famous:

"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."

The song combines historical narrative with a sense of nostalgia and yearning, capturing the spirit of the Jacobite cause and the romantic figure of Bonnie Prince Charlie. It has become a well-loved piece of Scottish heritage, often performed at cultural events and gatherings.
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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 by 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 could wield
When the night came silently lay
Dead in 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
Rock'd in the deep Flora will keep
Watch o'er 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

Burned are our homes exile and death
Scattered the loyal men
Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again

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