Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onwar, 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.
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.
Many’s the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden’s field.
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet, e’er the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.
Scotland the Brave
Hark when the night is falling
I hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling
Down thro’ the glen
There where the hills are sleeping
Now feel the blood a-leaping
High as the spirits of
The Old Highland men.
Towering in gallant fame
Scotland my mountain hame
High may your proud standards
Gloriously wave.
Land of my high endeavour
Land of the shining silver
Land of my heart forever
Scotland the Brave.
High in the misty Highlands
Out by the pruple islands
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you
Staunch are the friends that greet you
Kind as the love that shines
From fair maidens eyes.