Mingulay Boat Song

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 return, though, when the sun sets

They'll return to Mingulay.