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'The Skye Boat Song', is an adaptation of a Gaelic song composed around the year 1782 by William Ross, called "Cuachag nan Craobh", which is Gaelic for "Cuckoo of the Tree". The original song has the composer lamenting to a cuckoo that his unrequited love, Lady Marion Ross, is rejecting him.
Around the year 1870, the lyrics were changed to describe the journey of Prince Charles Edward Stuart, i.e. "Bonnie Prince Charlie", from Benbecula to the Isle of Skye as he evaded capture by British government soldiers after the defeat of the Jacobite rebellion at the Battle of Culloden in 1746.
LYRICS
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing.Onward, the sailors cry!Carry the lad that’s born to be KingOver the sea to Skye.
Loud the winds howls, 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 KingOver the sea to Skye.
Many's the lad fought on that dayWell the claymore did wield,When the night came, silently layDead 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 KingOver the sea to Skye.
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,Ocean's a royal bed.Rocked in the deep, Flora will keepWatch by your weary head
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing.Onward, the sailors cryCarry the lad that’s born to be KingOver the sea to Skye.
Loud the winds howls, 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 KingOver the sea to Skye.
Many's the lad fought on that dayWell the claymore did wield,When the night came, silently layDead 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 KingOver the sea to Skye.
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,Ocean's a royal bed.Rocked in the deep, Flora will keepWatch by your weary head
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing.Onward, the sailors cryCarry the lad that’s born to be KingOver the sea to Skye.
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