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Heel yo ho, boys; let her go, boys;Bring her head round, into the weather,Hill you ho, boys,let her go, boysSailing homeward to MingulayWhat care we though, white the Minch is?What care we for wind or weather?Let her go boys; every inch isSailing homeward to Mingulay.Wives are waiting, by the pier head,Or looking seaward, from the heather;Pull her round, boys, then you'll anchor'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay.Ships return now, heavy ladenMothers holdin' bairns a-cryin'They'll return, though, when the sun setsThey'll return to Mingulay.
Heel yo ho, boys; let her go, boys;Bring her head round, into the weather,Hill you ho, boys,let her go, boysSailing homeward to MingulayWhat care we though, white the Minch is?What care we for wind or weather?Let her go boys; every inch isSailing homeward to Mingulay.Wives are waiting, by the pier head,Or looking seaward, from the heather;Pull her round, boys, then you'll anchor'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay.Ships return now, heavy ladenMothers holdin' bairns a-cryin'They'll return, though, when the sun setsThey'll return to Mingulay.