I used to be a fisherman, on the icy crests we'd ridenLike a banshee on the wind, we'd sail the oncean wide.nFrom the shoals of Yarmouth bay to Newfoundland we'd go...nnChorus:nand we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down belownnnOut to the snows of Greeland, into the screaming galenOut into the storm chasing down the whalenWhen the harpoon struck the mighty fish would blow...nnand we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down belownnIn our bunks we'd find no solace, no comfort just remorsenWe'd curse at the bad fortune that set us on this coursenGathered 'round the lamplight we'd sing both high and low...nnand we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down belownnFrom the rocks of Lizard Reef to Plymouth we are boundnThe skipper's yelling blood as the jagged cliffs we roundnJack Duggan in the forsail, Billy Reilly in the crow...nnand we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down belownnOnly when we'd quenched the mighty vessel's appetitenWould the captain tell us lads? We'll be going home tonight!nWe'd turn to the raging sea and raise our fists and yell,nYou won't be seeing us today you won't be seeing us in Hell!nOnce ashore we'd head into the pub for a tankard full of alenOne day would turn into a week and the time would come to sailnWe'd say goodbye to the girls to we love, then off from the shore we'd row...nnand we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below