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 Many’s the lad fought on that day Well the claymore could wield When the night came silently lay Dead on Culloden’s field Though the waves leap, soft shall he sleep Ocean’s a royal bed Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head Burned are our homes, exile and death Scattered the loyal men Yet e’er the sword cool in the sheath Charlie will come again