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The Skye Boat Song (lyrics) - feat Pedro Remiz (The Autist) - Fiùran
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This is our first single from Friochd (Second drop of the morning) our latest studio album. This is a gift from us to you our fans with a special dedication to Diana Gabaldon who has been a wonderful supporter of our Scottish Gàidhlig Mòd's and Society activities for years. I think you will agree after listening that this definitely fits into the Best Celtic Rock of 2018
The Skye Boat Song - Traditional (Arranged by Murray Webster, Krista Grant and Randy Waugh - Feat. Guitar solo by Pedro Remiz [The Autist])
Vocals - Krista Grant; Keyboards, Guitars - Murray Webster, Pedro Remiz, The Autist (solo); Drums - Mike Wetmore; Bass and Bagpipes - Randy Waugh.
This is possibly one of the most performed and recorded Scottish folk songs of all time. It was originally written by Sir Harold Boulton, 2nd Baronet in the 1870's tells how Bonnie Prince Charlie, disguised as a serving maid, escaped in a small boat after the defeat of his Jacobite rising of 1745, with the aid of Flora MacDonald. The song is a traditional expression of Jacobitism and its story has entered Scotland as a national legend. Our version features the original lyrics of the song and not the modified version of the song that serves as the theme song for Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander television series.
-- Lyrics --
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
Thunderclaps 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
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore did wield
When the night came
silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field
Burned are our 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