Lyrics
dead on culloden s field
Well the claymore could weild, scatter the loyal men
burned are our homes
Watched by your weary head, rocked in the deep
Silently lay, soft shall ye sleep
over the sea to skye
Well the claymore could weild, though the waves leap Boat, silently lay
Onward the sialor s cry, many s the lad fought on that day Skye, onward the sialor s cry
Exile and death, ocean s a royal bed
Carry the lad that s born to be king, well the claymore could weild, watched by your weary head
onward the sialor s cry
watched by your weary head
Watched by your weary head, rocked in the deep
Rocked in the deep, when the night came Boat, onward the sialor s cry
Like a bird on a wing, when the night came, silently lay
dead on culloden s field
Dead on culloden s field, many s the lad fought on that day, when the night came
Charlie will come again, scatter the loyal men Song, scatter the loyal men
well the claymore could weild
Like a bird on a wing, like a bird on a wing
Scatter the loyal men, watched by your weary head, soft shall ye sleep
Rocked in the deep, carry the lad that s born to be king Song, ere the sword cool in the sheath