The Devil Down Below - text
Like a banshee on the wind, we'd sail the oncean wide.
From the shoals of Yarmouth bay to Newfoundland we'd go...
and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below
Out to the snows of Greeland, into the screaming gale
Out into the storm chasing down the whale
When the harpoon struck the mighty fish would blow...
We'd curse at the bad fortune that set us on this course
Gathered 'round the lamplight we'd sing both high and low...
The skipper's yelling blood as the jagged cliffs we round
Jack Duggan in the forsail, Billy Reilly in the crow...
Would the captain tell us lads? "We'll be going home tonight!"
"You won't be seeing us today you won't be seeing us in Hell!"
Once ashore we'd head into the pub for a tankard full of ale
One day would turn into a week and the time would come to sail
We'd say goodbye to the girls to we love,
Then off from the shore we'd row...
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- The Ferryman
- South Australia
- After Hours At McGann's
- Heart Of The Ocean
- Breakfast At Lady A.'s
- The Park East Polkas
- Spanish Lady
- The Devil Down Below
- Barnyards Of Delgaty
- She Was The Prize
- Titanic Set