I’m going to the place where the gods fight wars
Where
the angels sit in silence while the demons roar
It
will take me ten weeks down and ten weeks up
And
I’ll shake the devils hand at the cape of good hope
The
captain was a hard man from the town of Killybegs
He
had seen two wars and lived except for his right leg
He
was trusted and respected by all of us onboard
And
he sailed us along on the pride of Donegal
Chorus:
I’m
drinking today ‘cause I’m sailing out tomorrow
Twenty
weeks at sea without a drop of irish porter
I’m
drinking today so give me bitter by the barrel
Twenty
weeks to cape of good hope and home
The
first port of the journey was a dock in Tangiers
Then
we went to Senegal and things went wrong from there
The
best part of the crew laid sick beneath the deck
With
yellowfever, scurvey and a touch of gonorrea
The
captain lost his marbles and he took the wrong turn
However
he did manage that I guess I’ll never learn
The
after seven weeks at the open sea
I
saw the shore of Trinidad reveal itself to me
Chorus:
Now
I’ll never have to see where the gods fight wars
The
angels are singing and I’m standing in Awe
The
pride of Donegal well we burned her down
And
I’m never gonna leave my place in the sun
Chorus:
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