The Devil Down Below - Gaelic Storm

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 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 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