歌曲选自Scotland The Brave
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(转贴)低低的琴，沉沉的心，骤然间还是精灵般清澈的嗓音再次点亮黯淡的眼神，和声温抚下柔软的心情在忽然清丽的声音中突显着。厚重的琴声携着和音的渐行渐远中突然传来陆离飘渺的耳语，如鬼魅般糅搓着神经末梢，倾刻间仿若跌入了深深的幽谷。起伏再生的嘹响，如同拨开了眼前层层迷雾，眼前又是一片广阔蓝天了，自由如你，自由如我。清清的音乐，清清的风，心也清清地落下......
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,
Thunderclouds 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.
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.
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.
Burned are their homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet e'er 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.