歌詞
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.
Loud the winds howl, loud the wave s roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air.
Baffled our foes stand by the shore.
Follow they will not dare
Many's the lad, fought in that day
Well the claymore did wield;
When the night came, silently lain
Dead on Culloden's field.
Written by: Sir Harold Boulton, Wim B. Dobbrisch


