down the bay where the nights are gay
and the sun shines daily on the mountain top
i took a trip on a sailing ship
and when i reached jamaica i made a stop
but i'm sad to say i'm on my way
won't be back for many a day
my heart is down, my head is turning around
i had to leave a little girl in kingston town
down the market you can hear
ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
`akey' rice, salt fish are nice
and the rum is fine any time of year
sounds of laughter everywhere
and the dancing girls sway to and fro
i must declare my heart is there
though i've been from maine to mexico |