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.
Sounds of laughter everywhere,
And the dancing girls sway to and fro,
I must declare, my heart is there,
Though I've been from Maine to Mexico.
Down at the market, you can hear,
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear,
Aki rice, swordfish are nice,
And the rum is fine any time of year.