Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing,
Onward the sailors cry,
Carry the lad that is born to be King,
Over the sea to Skye.
Loud the winds howl, loud the winds roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air,
baffled our foes,
stand on the shore,
follow they will not dare.
Though the waves leap
soft shall ye sleep,
Oceans a royal bed,
Rocked in the deep, flora will keep,
Watch by your weary head.
Manys the lad fought on the day,
Well the claymore did weild,
When the night came, silently lay,
Dead on Cullodens field
Burned are our homes, Exile and death,
Scatter the loyal men,
yet oer the sword, cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come again.
The western Highlands, and what we've seen of Skye (which is very little so far--we're staying tonight in Kyleakin, just across the bridge from the mainland) are absolutely stunning.
Getting back on topic for a moment, the Skye Boat Song has a bit of personal significance to me as well. Several years ago, while sailing on Lake Huron with my dad, we came into the town of Kincardine, Ontario, which has a very strong Scottish heritage. One of their several local traditions is a piper playing at sunset from the top of the lighthouse near the harbor entrance every evening in the summer.
That evening, he spotted us coming in to the harbor and held off until we'd made the final turn into the harbor, before piping us right into the marina to the slow, beautiful tune of the Skye Boat Song. It was just one of those moments that was "perfect".
I might also add that the other end of the story, the battle of Cullodens Moor, was also told in the song "Sound the Piobroch", performed by Tommy Makem and Liam Clancy in their live concert recording, yet another personal favorite.
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Of all the grand sailing moments I've had, the sunset arrival at Kinkardine is the most memorable. So glad you were the to share it with, Tris. Thanks for the lyrics.
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