Skye Boat Song کے بول

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, Thunderclaps rend the air, Baffled, our foes stand by the shore, Follow they will not dare. Chorus: 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 leap, soft shall ye sleep, Ocean's a royal bed. Rock'd in the deep Flora will keep Watch o'er your weary head. Chorus: Burned are our homes, exile and death, Scattered the loyal man. Yet ere the sword, cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again. Chorus: Many's the lad fought on that day, Well the claymor could wield, When the night came, silently lay Dead in Collodens field.