Hill yo ho boys, let her go, boys,
Bring her head ‘round now all together.
Hill yo ho boys, let her go, boys,
Sailing home, home to Mingulay.

What care we though white the Minch is.
What care we for wind or weather.
Let her go boys, Ev’ry inch is
wearing home, home to Mingulay.

Refrein.

Wives are waiting by the harbour.
Wives been waiting since break o’ day o.
Wives been waiting by the harbour.
Till the sunset on Mingulay.

Refrein.

Far beyond the straights of Cuillin.
We can see our homeland of heather.
Swing her round, boys and we’ll anchor
where the sun sets on Mingulay.

Refrein.