Tom Jones Skye boat song текст песни, слова песни Skye boat song Tom Jones
Tom Jones - Skye boat song
Onward the sailors cry,
Carry the lad that is born to be King,
Over the sea to Skye.
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclouds rend the air,
baffled our foes, stand on the shore,
follow they will not dare.
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing,
Onward the sailors cry,
Carry the lad that is born to be King,
Over the sea to Skye.
Many's the lad fought on that day,
Well the Claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead in Culloden's field.
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
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.
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
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