Westward Bound

Going down by Daly Shanty
I heard the boys within
Dancing the Spanish hornpipe
To Driscoll's violin
I heard the sea-boots shaking
The rough planks of the floor
But I was going westward
I hadn't heart for more

Right down the windy village
The noise rang in my ears
Old sea-boots stamping, shuffling
It brought a bitter cheers
The old tune piped and quavered
The lilts came clear and strong
But I was going westward
I couldn't join the song

There were grey stone houses
The night wind blowing keen
The hillsides bare with moonlight
The young corn springing green
The hearth-nooks lit and kindly
With dear friends good to see
But I was going westward
And that good ship waits for me

We dance all night to be merry
We dance all night to be free
We dance and sing for a new day brings
And a good ship waits for me

We dance all night to be merry
We dance all night to be free
We dance and sing for a new day brings
And a good ship waits for me

We dance all night to be happy
We dance all night to be free
We dance and sing as the day begins
And a new world waits for me