Down the bay where the nights are gay
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And the sun shines daily on the mountain top
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I took a trip on a sailing ship
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And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop
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But I'm sad to say I'm on my way
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Won't be back for many a day
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My heart is down, my head is turning around
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I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town
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Down the market you can hear
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Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
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`Akey' rice, salt fish are nice
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And the rum is fine any time of year
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Sounds of laughter everywhere
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And the dancing girls sway to and fro
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I must declare my heart is there
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Though I've been from Maine to Mexico
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Jamaica Farewell
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| Harry Belafonte |
