Down Trinidad

Tell me, Mister Stevedore, how do you stow your cargo?

Wah hey sing Sunny Dore

Tell me, Mister Stevedore, how do you stow your cargo?

Bound down Trinidad to look for Sunny Dore

Booch free my bully boys and burtoned in the archway

Wah hey sing Sunny Dore

Booch free my bully boys and burtoned in the archway

Bound down Trinidad to look for Sunny Dore

Oh Trinidad! Oh Trinidad! You pretty little harbour

Wah hey sing Sunny Dore

Trinidad! Oh Trinidad! You pretty little harbour

Bound down Trinidad to look for Sunny Dore

What will you do with Sunny Dore if ever you should find her?

Wah hey sing Sunny Dore

I’d roll her in the grass, me boys, and all among the clover

Bound down Trinidad to look for Sunny Dore

Say, Mister Barber, how do you shave your customers?

Wah hey sing Sunny Dore

I’d grab them by the nose, me boys, and shaves them on the chinseys-o

Bound down Trinidad to look for Sunny Dore

Hoist her high, hoist her dry, rock and roll me over

Wah hey sing Sunny Dore

The ship’s all right, the crew is tight, the old man’s never sober

Bound down Trinidad to look for Sunny Dore

Booch free my bully boys and burtoned in the archway

Wah hey sing Sunny Dore

Booch free my bully boys and burtoned in the archway

Bound down Trinidad to look for Sunny Dore

Tell me, Mister Stevedore, how do you stow your cargo?

Wah hey sing Sunny Dore

Tell me, Mister Stevedore, how do you stow your cargo?

Bound down Trinidad to look for Sunny Dore