Hard to the shore on the evening tide!
It's easy to be free when you're starry-eyed.
No need to feel sorry for those who've died,
You can still hear us sing, "Hey-oh!"

Raise a glass to the first full moon!
We'll all drink a toast to the mother soon,\
In the dead of the night, with a long-lost tune—
All together, boys: "Hey-oh!"

Riding on the wind, here we come, three-four!
Shadows in the mist open up the door,
When the salt breeze blows, who could ask for more?
And the sea sings along, "Hey-oh!"

Now comes the dawn and we disappear!
Back to the locker, our way is clear.
But no time to mourn, we'll be back next year,
Voices in the night, "Hey-oh!"

-Meghan Fitzgerald