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Speed, bonnie boat, |
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like a bird on the wing, |
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Onward! the sailors cry, |
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Carry the lad that's born to be King, |
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Over the sea to Skye. |
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Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, |
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Thunderclaps rend the air; |
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Baffled, our foes stand by the shore, |
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Follow they will not dare. |
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Speed, bonnie boat, |
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like a bird on the wing, |
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Onward! the sailors cry, |
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Carry the lad that's born to be King, |
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Over the sea to Skye. |
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Though the waves leap, |
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soft shall ye sleep, |
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Ocean's a royal bed, |
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Rocked in the deep, |
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Flora will keep, |
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Watch by your weary head. |
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Speed, bonnie boat, |
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like a bird on the wing, |
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Onward! the sailors cry, |
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Carry the lad that's born to be King, |
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Over the sea to Skye. |
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Many's the lad fought on that day, |
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Well the Claymore could wield, |
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When the night came, |
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silently lay, |
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Dead in Culloden's field. |
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Burned are their homes, |
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exile and death, |
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Scatter the loyal men, |
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Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath, |
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Charlie will come again. |
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Speed, bonnie boat, |
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like a bird on the wing, |
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Onward! the sailors cry, |
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Carry the lad that's born to be King, |
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Over the sea to Skye. |
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Over the sea to Skye. |
