Nana Mouskouri - The Skye Boat Song - Текст песни

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. 

*note:  This song commemorates the escape of Bonnie Prince Charlie from these
shores when Flora MacDonald took him, disguised as a serving maid,
from Uist to Skye in a small boat.
Flora is buried at Kilmuir on the north coast of Skye. Prince Charlie
near Rome where he was born.
Words by Sir Harold Boulton, Bart., 1884. Music by Annie 
MacLeod.