The Skye Boat Song (Traditional Version) (Feat. Ross Oc Jennings)

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 howls, loud the waves roar
Thunderclaps rend the air
Baffled, our foes stand on 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

Though the waves leave, so shall you say
Oceans are all you've been
Rocked in the deep, flowed over deep
Washed by your weary hair

Many's the lad fought on that day
Well, the claymore did wield
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