| (Irving Burgie)
1. Down the way where the nights are gay
and the sun shines daily on the mountain top.
I took a trip on a sailing ship,
and when I reached Jamaica I made a stop.
But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way,
won't be back for many a day.
My heart is down, my head is turning around,
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town.
2. Sounds of laughter ev'rywhere
and the dancing girls swaying to and fro.
I must declare my heart is there,
Tho' I've been from Maine to Mexico.
3. Down the market you can hear
ladies cry out while on their heads they bear.
Ackley rice, salt fish are nice,
and the rum is fine any time on the year.