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