We need a decent ship
One that can hold brave souls
189 of these
Daring to cross vast seas
Gales and disease
Come sail away with me
My name is Hector
Lord of the Sea
One wooden ship
That crossed the ocean In 73
Flee to young Scotia
Backyard of the free
One highland clearance
To those opposed of monarchy
To those who were sick
Of dysentery
The young and the old
The brave and the bold
Who were tempered by thee
My name is Hector
Lord of the Sea
One wooden ship
That crossed the ocean In 73
Your children are we