Now when the wind is bright with the spring and the snow has gone away The days grow long and the time has come to hoist my sail and go And I'll hear no more your dungeon door, nor eat your bitter beans Surely it's a long and a hungry road 'til McKeon's home again I'll go down by the Naskeag sound where the tide runs fast and strong The water's deep and the hills are steep and the nights are cold and long And through the rocks of Jericho I'll wind my weary way And roll her off for Sable, aye, and the grey seals of Fundy For the wind is fair and the tide's at the spring and the time has come to go Hoist my sail on a Northern wind and I'll be on my way Ah, but there's no one to go with me and there's no one at my side Surely it's a long and a lonely road for the Straits of Canso For the wind is fair and the tide's at the spring and the time has come to go Hoist my sail on a Northern wind and I'll be on my way And I'll hear no more your dungeon door, nor eat your bitter beans Surely it's a long and a hungry road 'til McKeon's home again