| Heel her home, boys, let her go, boys
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| Swing her head round, into the weather
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| Heave her ho, boys, let her go, boys
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| Sailing homeward to Mingulay.
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| What care we though, white the Minch is?
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| What care we for wind or weather?
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| Let her go, boys
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| Every inch is sailing homeward for Mingulay.
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| Heel her home, boys, let her go, boys
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| Swing her head round, into the weather
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| Heave her ho, boys, let her go, boys
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| Sailing homeward to Mingulay.
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| Wives are waiting, by the pier head,
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| Or looking seaward, from the heather,
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| Heave her round, boys and we’ll anchor
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| 'ere the sun sets on Mingulay.
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| Heel her home, boys, let her go, boys
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| Swing her head round, into the weather
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| Heave her ho, boys, let her go, boys
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| Sailing homeward to Mingulay.
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| Lights are shining on the harbor
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| lights are shining to guide us home.
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| Heel her home, boys,
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| and we’ll anchor safe and sound, boys
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| in Mingulay.
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| Heel her home, boys, let her go, boys
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| Swing her head round, into the weather
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| Heave her ho, boys, let her go, boys
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| Sailing homeward to Mingulay.
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| Heel her home, boys, let her go, boys
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| Swing her head round, into the weather
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| Heave her ho, boys, let her go, boys
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| Sailing homeward to Mingulay. |