Jamaica Farewell

Down the way where the nights are gay

the sun shines daily on the mountain tops

I took a trip on a sailing ship and when I reach 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

Down at the market you can hear

Ladies cry out while on the heads they bear

Acrid rice salt fish are nice and the rum is fine any time of year

Sounds of laughter everywhere

And the dancing girls swaying to and fro

I must declare my heart is there tho I’ve been from Maine to Mexico

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