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Skye Boat Song
Tekst: jaren 1870, Harold Edwin Boulton (1859-1935)
Muziek: vrij naar 'Cuachag nan Craobh', 1782,
William Ross (1762-1790)
Muziek: vrij naar 'Cuachag nan Craobh', 1782,
William Ross (1762-1790)
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.
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,
thunderclaps rend 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 wield.
When the night came, silently lay
dead on Culloden's field.
- 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.
- Burned are their homes, exile and death
scatter the loyal men.
Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.
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