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Tampa Bay Children's Chorus - "Skye Boat Song"

A beautiful rendition of the traditional Scottish "Skye Boat Song," arranged by Lee Kesselman, sung by the participants of the CME 2000 "Sing for the New Century" workshop in St. Andrews, Scotland. Featuring: the Tampa Bay Children's Chorus, the Lochgelly High School Choir, the St. Louis Symphony Children's Choir, and the Stetson University Children's Choir Performance recorded at Kirk of the Canongate, Edinburgh, Scotland on August 5, 2000. From July 31, 2000 to August 5, 2000, the Tampa Bay Children's Chorus (TBCC) participated in Doreen Rao's Choral Music Experience in St. Andrews, Scotland, as one of four invited choirs. The TBCC touring choir is made up of children ages 12-18, from all over the Tampa Bay area. For more information, visit their website at www.tbcchorus.com Conductor: Dr. Doreen Rao Accompanist: William Buhr TBCC Director: Dr. Averill Summer TBCC CHOIR MEMBERS: Katie Agner, Erica Baker, Elizabeth Bawel, Emily Bolt, Rebekah Bowsher, Bethanie Collins, Kathryn Culbreth, Casey Day, Janine Diaz, Charlie Dreblow (me), Mindy Ecob, Kaelen Fitzgerald, Kari Hamada, Michaela Harris, Maria Hastings, Cassidy Hile, Clifford Lu, Tiffany Lu, Richie Lupo, Ashley Mead, Megan Mullen, Kary Nettestad, Obi Obiamaka, Molly Padgett, Joshua Quinn, Missy Sawdey, Jon Scott, Amanda Shafer, Stephanie Smiguel, Heather Springer, Sam Taylor, Jonathan Tietz, Jessie Vaughn, Nicole Villemaire, Katharine Wilson, and Katherine Wytka. "SKYE BOAT SONG" LYRICS: 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, Thunderclaps 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 on 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 on Culloden Field. (Hummed chorus) Burned are our homes, exile and death; Scatter the loyal men. Yet ere 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