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Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, |
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Thunderclaps rend the air, |
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Baffled, our foes stand by the shore, |
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Follow they will not dare. |
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Speed bonnie boat like a |
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bird on the wing, |
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Onward, the sailors cry. |
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Carry the lad that's born to be king |
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Over the sea to Skye. |
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Though the waves leap, |
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soft shall ye sleep, |
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Ocean's a royal bed. |
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Rock'd in the deep Flora will keep |
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Watch o'er your weary head. |
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Speed bonnie boat like a |
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bird on the wing, |
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Onward, the sailors cry. |
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Carry the lad that's born to be king |
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Over the sea to Skye. |
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Burned are our homes, exile and death, |
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Scattered the loyal man. |
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Yet ere the sword, cool in the sheath, |
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Charlie will come again. |
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Speed bonnie boat like a |
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bird on the wing, |
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Onward, the sailors cry. |
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Carry the lad that's born to be king |
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Over the sea to Skye. |
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Many's the lad fought on that day, |
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Well the claymor could wield, |
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When the night came, silently lay |
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Dead in Collodens field. |
