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Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing,
"Onward!" the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that' wa born to be king,
Over the sea to Skye.

Burned was our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet for my sword, here in my hand,
Charlie will come again.

Many's the lad fought on that day,
Claymores were swinging wild
When the night came, they silently laid
Dead on Culloden's field.

Burned was my home, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet for my sword, here in my hand,
Charlie will come again.

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Burned was my home, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet for my sword, here in my hand,
Charlie will come again.

Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing,
"Onward!" the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that' wa born to be king,
Over the sea
Over the sea
Over the sea to Skye.

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