It was on a bright May morning
In the year 1906
We started on our journey
It was near the hour of six
We were bound for Outer Island
Which was many miles away,
And we reached it all in safety
On that bright and sunny day.

We had a little sail boat
Called the U.S.L.H.E.
And though stormy winds are blowing,
She can ride the rolling sea.
We were waiting for a south-west breeze
To take us home you know,
But the good old south-west breezes
At the time were mighty slow.

Now the captain of the "Currie"
Is a jolly good old man.
And always there to help you
He will do the best he can.
So he fired up the "Currie"
On that morning bright and clear,
And we reached our destination
Though nothing more to fear.

You all know of the Apostles
In the good old summer time,
Of their great caves and their sceneries
Oh, I tell you they are fine,
And where Uncle Sam has planted
A few lights here and there,
To guide the brave young sailor
In his struggles and despair.

The first one is Long Island
Which has two lights shining bright,
One is a pretty red light
The other a sparkling white.
Next to that is Madeline
The largest of them all,
And close to Basswood Island
Which has no light at all.

Then way off in the Eastward
Where the sun first shows its light,
Is dear old Michigan Island
With her steady light so bright,
Then it's Wilson, Oak, and Manitou
With Presquisle right in line,
With their lumber camps and quarries
And fishermen combined.

Then it's Cat Rice, Bear, and Willeys,
Otter, York, and Raspberry,
Which has a white light flashing
Every evening don't you see,
And away off in the Golden West
Where the sun doth cease to shine,
That's where you'll find Sand Island
If you only take your time.

But when the flowers are blooming
And the summer days are bright,
We will go to Devil's Island
For that is our delight.
With its red and white lights flashing
And the pretty sights to see,
All along the Eastern coast line
Close to Brownstone don't you see.

Then far across the waters
Where the Northeast billows roar,
Is dear old Outer Island
Of Lake Su-per-i-or,
With its white flash gleaming brightly
Far across the deep blue sea.
From sunset until sunrise
We are watching patiently.

There's the corned beef that's our standby
It's the best that we can do,
Then pork and beans will follow
Ham and eggs and bacon too,
Rice pudding is our favorite
Of all good things you know,
And the tin cows in the basement
When the sun is sinking low.