Hill-yo-ho, boys! Let her go, boys! Bring her head round, and all together. Hill-yo-ho, boys! Let her go, boys, Sailing homeward to Mingulay. What care we, though white the Minch is? What care we for wind or weather? Pull her round, boys, every inch is Heading homeward to Mingulay. Hill-yo-ho, boys! ... Far behind us the peaks of Cuillin, Soon we'll see our own hills of heather; And you know boys, candles glow, boys, Lighting the windows of Mingulay. Hill-yo-ho, boys! ... Wives are waiting by the harbour, looking seaward from the heather; Let her go, boys! And we'll anchor 'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay. Hill-yo-ho, boys! ...
recording: Lorre Wyatt [SoundCloud]
recording: Sophie Janna and Margot Merah [YouTube]
notes: background and discography [Mainly Norfolk]
notes: Roots to Branches liner notes with Wyatt verse [Smithsonian Folk Ways]
notes: Lorre Wyatt album page [Smithsonian Folk Ways]