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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Chorus:
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Speed bonnie boat 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, soft shall ye sleep,
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Ocean's a royal bed.
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Rock'd in the deep Flora will keep
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Watch o'er your weary head.
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Chorus:
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Burned are our homes, exile and death,
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Scattered the loyal man.
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Yet ere the sword, cool in the sheath,
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Charlie will come again.
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Chorus:
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Many's the lad fought on that day,
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Well the claymor could wield,
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When the night came, silently lay
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Dead in Collodens field.
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SKYE BOAT SONG
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| Rod Stewart |
