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 |