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Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing,

Onward the sialor's 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

Watched 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 cool in the sheath

Charlie will come again!



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