| Heave her ho, boys
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| Let her go, boys
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| Swing her head round into the weather
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| Heave her ho, boys
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| Let her go, boys
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| Sailin' homeward to Mingulay
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| What care we though
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| White the Minch is
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| What care we boys for windy weather
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| When we know that every inches sailin' homeward to Mingulay
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| Heave her ho, boys
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| Let her go, boys
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| Swing her head round into the weather
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| Heave her ho, boys
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| Let her go, boys
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| Sailin' homeward to Mingulay
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| Wives are waiting by the pier-head
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| Gazing seaward from the heather
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| Bring around, boys
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| Then we’ll anchor, err the sunsets on Mingulay
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| Heave her ho, boys
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| 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
|
| Sailin' homeward to Mingulay
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| Ships return now, heavy-laden
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| Mother’s holdin', babes are cryin'
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| They’ll return yet, when the sun sets
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| Sailin' homeward to Mingulay
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| Heave her ho, boys
|
| Let her go, boys
|
| Swing her head round into the weather
|
| Heave her ho, boys
|
| Let her go, boys
|
| Sailin' homeward to Mingulay
|
| Heave her ho, boys
|
| Let her go, boys
|
| Swing her head round into the weather
|
| Heave her ho, boys
|
| Let her go, boys
|
| Sailin' homeward to Mingulay |