Roger Whittaker
skye boat song
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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,
Thunder clouds rend the air;
Baffled our foe's stand on the shore
Follow they will not dare
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come again.
- Álbum:
- Miscellaneous
- The Very Best Of Roger Whittaker
- Best Of Roger Whittaker - Ultimative Hits
- Musical: Hits!
- Sometimes Late at Night
- Einfach leben - Best of - Live um die Welt
- Pop Masters: From The People - Live-reworked
- The Best, Live! (Live)
- The Last Farewell In Concert
- All Of My Life
- The Best, Live!
- The Best of Roger Whittaker
- 24 Golden Hits
- The Very Best of Roger Whittaker, Volume 2
- The Very Best Of
- The Very Best of Roger Whittaker, Vol. 2
- Raritäten
- Very Best Of - Volume 2
- Take a Little - Give a Little
- Roger Whittaker