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
Thunder will 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 yield
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