Sing me a song of a lad that is gone Say, could that lad be I Merry of soul, he sailed on that day Over the sea to Skye 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 waves roar Thunderclaps rend the air Baffled, our foes stand by the shore Follow they will not dare 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 Many's the lad fought on that day Well the claymore could wield When the night came, silently lay Dead on Culloden's field 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 Sing me a song of a lad that is gone Say, could that lad be I Merry of soul, he sailed on that day Over the sea to Skye Over the sea to Skye