Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,

Thunderclaps rend the air,

Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,

Follow they will not dare.



Chorus:

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.

Rock'd in the deep Flora will keep

Watch o'er your weary head.

Chorus:



Burned are our homes, exile and death,

Scattered the loyal man.

Yet ere the sword, cool in the sheath,

Charlie will come again.

Chorus:



Many's the lad fought on that day,

Well the claymor could wield,

When the night came, silently lay

Dead in Collodens field.