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 clouds rend the air;

Baffled our foe’s stand on the shore

Follow they will not dare

Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep

Ocean’s a royal bed

Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep

Watch by your weary head

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar

Thunder clouds rend the air;

Baffled our foe’s 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