Bridge over the Sligachan River in the Isle of Skye, Scotland (United Kingdom)

One places of the deer,

Corrie, and Loch, and Ben,

Fount that wells in the cave,

Voice of the burn and the wave,

Softly you sing and clear

Of Charlie and his men!

Here has he lurked, and here

The heather has been his bed,

The wastes of the islands knew

And the Highland hearts were true

To the bonny, the brave, the dear,

The royal, the hunted head.

Poem by Andrew Lang about Skye 

Skye Bridge over the Loch Alsh between the islands of Skye and Eilean Bán, Scotland (United Kingdom)

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.

The Skye Boat Song, 

Scottish Folk Song

Skye Bridge over Loch Alsh between the Isle of Skye and the island of Eilean Bán, in Scotland (United Kingdom)

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.

Mull was astern, Rùm on the port,

Eigg on the starboard bow;

Glory of youth glowed in his soul;

Where is that glory now?

Poem by
 Robert Louis Stevenson