Gaelic Storm - The Devil Down Below lyrics
[Gaelic Storm - The Devil Down Below lyrics]
I used to be a fisherman
On the icy crests we'd ride
Like a banshee on the wind
We'd sail the ocean 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 Greenland
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
Had 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 foresail
Billy Reilly in the crow
And we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout
At the Devil down below
Only when we'd quenched this
Mighty vessel's appetite
Would the captain tell us "Lads
We'll be going home tonight!"
We'd turn to the raging sea and
We'd 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 we love
Then off from the shore we'd row
And we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout
At the Devil down below
And we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout! Shout
At the Devil down below
On the icy crests we'd ride
Like a banshee on the wind
We'd sail the ocean 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 Greenland
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
Had 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 foresail
Billy Reilly in the crow
And we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout
At the Devil down below
Only when we'd quenched this
Mighty vessel's appetite
Would the captain tell us "Lads
We'll be going home tonight!"
We'd turn to the raging sea and
We'd 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 we love
Then off from the shore we'd row
And we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout
At the Devil down below
And we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout! Shout
At the Devil down below