Текст песни Nana Mouskouri - The Skye Boat Song
Nana Mouskouri - The Skye Boat Song слова песни
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 theseshores 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 Charlienear Rome where he was born.Words by Sir Harold Boulton, Bart., 1884. Music by Annie MacLeod.