(Sir Harold Boulton Annie MacLeod). 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 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.. 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 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.. La la la .... La la la .... La la la ....