Speed bon-nie boat, like a bird on the wing. On - ward the sail - ors cry!_

C Am G C F C e|--------------------------|-----0------3---|-0---------0-------------|----- B|--------------1-----1---1-|-3------3-------|------3------------------|----- G|-0----2---0---------------|----------------|---------------2------2--|-0--- D|--------------------------|----------------|-------------------------|----- A|--------------------------|----------------|-------------------------|----- E|--------------------------|----------------|-------------------------|----- Car-ry the lad that is born to be king. O - ver the sea to Skye! Verse: Am Dm Am e|-0--------0-----0--|---------------------|-------------------------|------- B|------1------------|--3--------3-----3---|-1----------1-----1---1--|------- G|-------------------|-------2-------------|--------2----------------|-2----- D|-------------------|---------------------|-------------------------|------- A|-------------------|---------------------|-------------------------|------- E|-------------------|---------------------|-------------------------|------- 1 Loud the winds howl, Loud the waves roar, thun - der claps rend the air,_ 2 Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep, Ocean's a royal bed; 3 Many's the lad fought on that day, Well the claymore could wield 4 Burned are our homes, exile and death Scat - ter the loyal men; Am Dm Am G7 e|-0--------0-----0--|---------------------|-------------------------|------| B|------1------------|--3--------3-----3---|-1----------1-----1---1--|------| G|-------------------|-------2-------------|--------2----------------|-2--0-| D|-------------------|---------------------|-------------------------|------| A|-------------------|---------------------|-------------------------|------| E|-------------------|---------------------|-------------------------|------| 1 Baf - fled our foes stand on the shore, Fol - low they will not dare,_ 2 Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your wea - ry head. 3 When the night came, silently lay Dead on Cull o den's field 4 Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath, Char - lie will come a - gain