Songtexte Skye Boat Song - Nana Mouskouri
                                                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.
 
                                    
                                
                                                *Note: 
                                                This 
                                                song 
                                                commemorates 
                                                the 
                                                escape 
                                                of 
                                                Bonnie 
                                                Prince 
                                                Charlie 
                                                from 
                                                these
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shores 
                                                when 
                                                Flora 
                                                MacDonald 
                                                took 
                                                him, 
                                                disguised 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                serving 
                                                maid,
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                Uist 
                                                to 
                                                Skye 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                small 
                                                boat.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flora 
                                                is 
                                                buried 
                                                at 
                                                Kilmuir 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                north 
                                                coast 
                                                of 
                                                Skye. 
                                                Prince 
                                                Charlie
 
                                    
                                
                                                Near 
                                                Rome 
                                                where 
                                                he 
                                                was 
                                                born.
 
                                    
                                
                                                MacLeod.
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Lullaby
2 He Moved Through The Fair
3 An Eriskay Love Lilt
4 Danny Boy
5 An English Country Garden
6 O Waly Waly
7 All Through The Night
8 Spinning Wheel
9 Skye Boat Song
10 The Ash Grove
11 I Gave My Love a Cherry
12 Early One Morning
13 Go Tell It on the Mountain
14 Deck the Hall Boughs of Holly
15 God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen
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