Deedle i doe
The Skye Boat song has a very special place in my heart because when I was little my Dad used to sing me to sleep by humming it. He never knew the words so just used to sing
Deedle i Deedle i Deedle i Doe
Deedle i Deedle i Deedle i Doe
Doo di di doe, Doe di di doe
Dee did i dee di Doe
I now sing this to my grandson – it’s a family tradition
Over the Sea to Skye No 1 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
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.
Over the Sea to Skye No 2 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,
Give me the lad that's gone!
Over The Sea to Skye No 3 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
Mull was astern, Rùm on the port,
Eigg on the starboard bow;
Glory of youth glowed in his soul;
Where is that glory now?
Over the Sea to Skye No 4 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Over the Sea to Skye No 5 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclouds rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Over the Sea to Skye No 6 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun,
All that was good, all that was fair,
All that was me is gone.
The Skye Boat song has a very special place in my heart because when I was little my Dad used to sing me to sleep by humming it. He never knew the words so just used to sing
Deedle i Deedle i Deedle i Doe
Deedle i Deedle i Deedle i Doe
Doo di di doe, Doe di di doe
Dee did i dee di Doe
I now sing this to my grandson – it’s a family tradition
Over the Sea to Skye No 1 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
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.
Over the Sea to Skye No 2 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,
Give me the lad that's gone!
Over The Sea to Skye No 3 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
Mull was astern, Rùm on the port,
Eigg on the starboard bow;
Glory of youth glowed in his soul;
Where is that glory now?
Over the Sea to Skye No 4 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Over the Sea to Skye No 5 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclouds rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Over the Sea to Skye No 6 by Roger Evans, on Flickr
Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun,
All that was good, all that was fair,
All that was me is gone.