Devil Down Below

I used to be a fisherman, on the icy crests we'd ride

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

And we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the devil down below

In our bunks we'd find no solace, no comfort just remorse

We'd curse at the bad fortune that set us on this course

Gathered 'round the lamplight we'd sing both high and low

And we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the devil down below

From the rocks of lizard reef to Plymouth we are bound

The skipper's yelling blood as the jagged cliffs we round

Jack Duggan in the forsail, Billy Reilly in the crow

And we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the devil down below

Only when we'd quenched the mighty vessel's appetite

Would the captain tell us lads? We'll be going home tonight!

We'd turn to the raging sea and raise our fists and yell

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

And we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the devil down below