Skye Boat Song
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About 'Skye Boat Song'
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Died:
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The Artist:
Traditional Music of unknown author.
Composed:
1884
Info:
Charles Edward Stewart, the Young Pretender, was routed by the Duke of Cumberland on Culloden Moor in 1745. Aided by a Jacobite heroine, Flora MacDonald, Bonnie Prince Charlie escaped to the
island of Skye in the inner Hebrides. He was finally taken by a French vessel to Morlaix on the coast of Bretagne. The first half of the tune is said to be an old sea shanty; the other half
is traditionally attributed to Miss MacLeod.
Words by Sir Harold Boulton, Bart., 1884. Music by Annie MacLeod.
Lyrics
(Sir Harold Boulton, 1884)
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.
island of Skye in the inner Hebrides. He was finally taken by a French vessel to Morlaix on the coast of Bretagne. The first half of the tune is said to be an old sea shanty; the other half
is traditionally attributed to Miss MacLeod.
Words by Sir Harold Boulton, Bart., 1884. Music by Annie MacLeod.
Lyrics
(Sir Harold Boulton, 1884)
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.
Score Key:
F major (Sounding Pitch) (
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View more F major Music for Tuba )Tempo Marking:
Gently 
. = c. 50
. = c. 50Duration:
1:58
Time Signature:
6/8 (View more 6/8 Music)
View more 6/8 Music)Range:
C3-C4
Number of Pages:
1
Difficulty:
Easy Level: Recommended for Beginners with some playing experience
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