[00:00.00] 作词 : Traditional Scottish
[00:00.05] 作曲 : Spoken Word/Traditional Scottish
[00:00.11]the king's singers -Skye Boat Song
[00:24.285]Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
[00:30.57]Onward the sailors cry;
[00:35.656]Carry the lad that's born to be King
[00:41.648]Over the sea to Skye
[00:47.64]Loud the winds howl loud the waves roar
[00:52.494]Thunderclouds rend the air;
[00:55.75]Baffled our foes stand by the shore
[01:04.47]Follow they will not dare
[01:10.88]Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
[01:16.189]Onward the sailors cry;
[01:21.705]Carry the lad that's born to be King
[01:27.775]Over the sea to Skye
[01:33.513]Though the waves leap soft shall you sleep
[01:38.865]Ocean's a royal bed
[01:44.926]Rocked in the deep Flora will keep
[01:50.386]Watch by your weary head
[01:58.653]Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
[02:04.500]Onward the sailors cry;
[02:09.995]Carry the lad that's born to be King
[02:15.877]Over the sea to Skye
[02:24.812]Many's the lad fought on that day
[02:30.234]Well the Claymore could wield
[02:35.734]When the night came silently lay
[02:41.842]Dead on Culloden's field
[02:47.610]Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
[02:53.359]Onward the sailors cry;
[02:59.491]Carry the lad that's born to be King
[03:05.297]Over the sea to Skye
[03:11.163]Burned are their homes exile and death
[03:16.594]Scatter the loyal men;
[03:22.721]Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath
[03:28.852]Charlie will come again
[03:35.681]Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
[03:42.374]Onward the sailors cry;
[03:47.958]Carry the lad that's born to be King
[03:54.407]Over the sea to Skye
[03:58.138]Over the sea to Skye

作词 : Traditional Scottish
作曲 : Spoken Word/Traditional Scottish
the king's singers -Skye Boat Song
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
Thunderclouds 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
Though the waves leap soft shall you sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head
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
Burned are their homes exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again
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
Over the sea to Skye