Speed bonnie boat
like a bird on the wing
onward the sailors cry
carry the lad
that was born to be king
over the sea to Skye

Loud the winds howl
Loud the waves roar

Thunderclouds fill 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 did weild did weild
yet when the night came
silenty laid dead on coulodons field

Speed bonnie boat
like a bird on the wing
onward the sailors cry
carry the lad
that was born to be king
over the sea to Skye

burned are our homes
weep by the shore
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep
Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head

Speed bonnie boat
like a bird on the wing
onward the sailors cry
carry the lad
that was born to be king
over the sea to Skye