| Down the way, where the nights are gay, |
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And the sun shines daily on the mountain top, |
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I took a trip on a sailing ship, |
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And when I reached Jamaica, I made a stop. |
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But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way, |
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Won't be back for many a day, |
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My heart is down, my head is turning around, |
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I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town. |
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Sounds of laughter everywhere, |
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And the dancing girls sway to and fro, |
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I must declare, my heart is there, |
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'Though I've been from Maine to Mexico. |
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Down at the market, you can hear, |
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Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear, |
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Aki rice, swordfish are nice, |
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And the rum is fine any time of year. |
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