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Intro

 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 pull

 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

 and we'd shout, shout, shout, shout, shout at the Devil down below