| Well the captain called from ship to shore | |
| And the green light slipped away | |
| The captain called for another song | |
| The day was getting late | |
| For the distant light of the Weavers Point | |
| The Lochmor faced the gale | |
| With your Gaelic sons in the city long | |
| Round the saloon by the stairs | |
| She tossed around the sun went down | |
| And she fought her way to the shore | |
| The fever of this sea believes | |
| The boys are coming home |