Paroles de Skye Boat Song

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, Thunder will rend the air; Baffled, our foes stand by 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 Many's the lad fought on that day, Well the claymore could yield, 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