Album Name : Bring Yer Wellies
Release Date : 2006-07-25
Song Duration : 3:24
Gaelic Storm The 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...
Chorus:
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