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Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing
Onward the sialor's 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
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watched by your weary head

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Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could weild
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field

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

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