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... Chorus: 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