Campfire Songs
Run by the Retired Scouter.

Retired Scouter Campfire Songs 


Skye Boat Song


Speed bonny 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 claps rend the air
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare
Though the waves leap, soft Charlie sleep
The ocean's a royal bed
Rocked on 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
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar
Thunder claps rend the air
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare
Burnt are our homes; exile and death
Scatter our loyal men
Yet ere the sword's cold in its sheath
Charlie will come again