Hill-yo-ho, boys! Let her go, boys! Bring her head round into the weather Hill-yo-ho, boys! Let her go, boys Sailing homeward to Mingulay What care we how white the Minch is What care we for wind or weather When we know that every inch is Closer homeward to Mingulay Wives are waiting by the pier heads, Gazing seaward from the heather Pull her round boys and we'll anchor 'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay. When the wind is wild with shouting And the waves mount ever higher Anxious eyes turn ever seaward To see us home boys to Mingulay Ships returning, heavy laden Mothers holding babies a'cryin' We'll return boys, when the sun sets We'll return home to Mingulay