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<poem> | |||
1. 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. | |||
2. 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. | |||
3. 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. | |||
4. Many's the lad fought on that day | |||
[Well the] claymore could wield | |||
When the night came, silently lay | |||
Dead on Culloden's field. | |||
5. Burned are our homes, exile and death | |||
[Scatter the] loyal men | |||
Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath | |||
Charlie will come again. | |||
</poem> | |||
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[[Category:Folksongs]] | [[Category:Folksongs]] | ||
[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] | ||
Revision as of 15:01, 21 April 2009
See also: This tune set as a hymn with the words "Spirit of God, unseen as the wind"
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CPDL #12632: 
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- Editor: Adriano Secco (submitted 2006-09-17). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 69 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Skye boat song
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Arranger: Adriano Secco
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Folksongs
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. Many's the lad fought on that day
[Well the] claymore could wield
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field.
5. Burned are our homes, exile and death
[Scatter the] loyal men
Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.