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Posted By: GUEST,TommyInMaleny
11-May-20 - 11:39 PM
Thread Name: Origin: Skye Boat Song confusion
Subject: RE: Origin: Skye Boat Song confusion
The traditional melody that Annie McLeod collected, and adapted, and for which Harold Boulton and she most probably co-wrote the words, was, perhaps, not a shanty, but an 'iorram'
"Of uncertain etymological origin, the word shanty emerged in the mid-19th century in reference to an appreciably distinct genre of work song, developed especially in American-style merchant vessels that had come to prominence in the decades prior to the American Civil War."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_shanty
(chanty is probably linked to the french word for sing, you might imagine)
"The iorram (pronounced-irram) or rowing songs were sung in ¾ or a slow 6/8 time. The 1st beat is very pronounced and corresponds with lifting the oars out and swinging them forward, 2 and 3 are the pulling stroke. Some of these airs were or still in use as waltzes in the Western Isles.”
http://chrsouchon.free.fr/skyeboat.htm
If you're looking to generate a 'best quality historic and contemporary interpretation' of the song, here are some textual and lyrical variants to consider.
Chorus: Onward / "Onward" skye / Skye
Verse 1 Thunder clouds / Thunder claps foes's / foes stand on / stand by
Verse 2 weary / royal royal / weary
So the full words, with suggested amendments, would go something like:
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 wind howls, Loud the waves roar, Thunder claps rend the air. Baffled, our foes Stand on the shore. Follow they will not dare.
Speed bonnie boat...
Though the waves leap, Soft shall ye sleep Ocean's a weary bed Rocked in the deep Flora will keep Watch by your royal head
Speed bonnie boat...
Many's the lad Fought on that day, Well the claymore could wield. When the night came, Silently lay Dead on Culloden's field.
Speed bonnie boat...
Burned are our homes, Exile and death Scatter the loyal men. Yet, e'er the sword Cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again.