It’s five o’clock in the morning5 O'clock in the morning
time to get ready, we’re sailing away.
Five o’clock in the morning,
Time to get ready to sail.

We rise in the morning, sail out on the tide.
Silent we slip from the quay.
With the gulls overhead and the seals alongside.
Proudly we head out to sea.

It’s five o’clock in the morning,
time to get ready, we’re sailing away.
Five o’clock in the morning,
Time to get ready to sail.

We’ll fish in the Minches, fair weather or foul.
Living our lives on the sea.
It’s hard and it’s tough and the pay’s not enough,
but what other life can there be?

It’s five o’clock in the morning,
time to get ready, we’re sailing away.
Five o’clock in the morning,
Time to get ready to sail.

A trawler man’s plight is to work day and night
and grab an hour’s sleep in between.
Casting the nets out and hauling them in.
Some times not a fish to be seen.

It’s five o’clock in the morning,
time to get ready, we’re sailing away.
Five o’clock in the morning,
Time to get ready to sail.

We’ll be cold, tired and hungry and drenched to the skin
as we head back to Stornoway town.
With our catch safely landed, we’ll have a good dram
in the Clachan, the Lewis or the Crown.

It’s five o’clock in the morning,
time to get ready, we’re sailing away.
Five o’clock in the morning,
Time to get ready to sail. (2x)