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 many s the lad fought on that day well the claymore could wield when the night came silently lay dead on culloden s field burned are our homes exile and death scatter the loyal men yet e er the sword cool in the sheath charlie will come again