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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,
Thunderclaps rend the air;
Baffled our foes, stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare!

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Though the waves leap, soft you shall sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed;
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.

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

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Burned are our homes, exile and death,
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet, ere the sword coll in the sheath,
Charlie will come again!

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