Heel yo ho, boys; let her go, boys;
Bring her head round, into the weather
Hill you ho, boys, let her go, boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay

What care we though, white the Minch is?
What care we for wind or weather?
Let her go boys; every inch is
Sailing 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 laden
Mothers holdin' bairns a-cryin'
They'll rеturn, though, when the sun sets
Thеy'll return to Mingulay