Heel ya ho boys, let her go boys,
Heave her head round into the weather
Heel ya ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay.

What care we how white the Minch is,
What care we, boys, for windy weather
When we know that every inch is
Closer homeward to Mingulay

Wives are waiting at the pierhead
Looking seaward frae the heather
Swing her head round and we’ll anchor
Ere the sun sets on Mingulay.

Far behind the peaks of Cullen
Soon we’ll see our own land of heather
And you know, boys, candles glow boys,
Lighting the windows of Mingulay.