Lyrics
Going down by Daly Shanty
I heard the boys within
Dancing the Spanish hornpipe
To Driscoll's violin
I heard the sea-boots shaking
The rough planks of the floor
But I was going westward
I hadn't heard from home
Right down the windy village
The noise rang in my ears
Old sea-boots stamping, shuffling
It brought the bitter cheers
The old tune piped and quavered
The lilt came clear and strong
But I was going westward
I couldn't join the song
There were grey stone houses
The night wind blowing keen
The hillsides bare with moonlight
The young corn springing green
The hearth nooks lit and kindly
With dear friends good to see
But I was going westward
And that good ship waits for me
We dance all night to be merry
We dance all night to be free
We dance and sing for a new day brings
And a good ship waits for me
We dance all night to be merry
We dance all night to be free
We dance and sing for a new day brings
And a good ship waits for me
We dance all night to be happy
We dance all night to be free
We dance and sing as the day begins
And a new world waits for me