Thursday 2 February 2012

Skye Boat Song... Will ye no come back again?


Bonnie Prince Charlie

Skye Boat Song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86egt8PDmos

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


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

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


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

Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field


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

Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come again.


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


 

Will Ye No Come Back Again?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8zamDNxtFFI
 
Bonniey Charlie's noo awa
Safely oer the friendly main;
Mony a heart will break in twa,
Should he no come back again.

Will ye no come back again?
Will ye no come back again?
Better loed ye canna be;
Will ye no come back again?
Ye trusted in your Hielan men,
They trusted you dear Charlie!
They kent your hiding in the glen,
Death and exile braving.
English bribes were a in vain
Tho puir and puirer we mun be;
Siller canna buy the heart
That aye beats warm for thine an thee.
We watched thee in the gloamin hour;
We watched thee in the mornin grey;
Though thirty thousand pounds they gie,
Oh, there is nane that would betray!
Sweet's the laverock's note an lang,
Liltin wildly up the glen;
But aye to me he sings a sang,
"Will ye no come back again?"

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