Fire Down Below

She was the parson's daughter With her red and rosy cheeks (Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!) She went to church on Sunday And sang the anthem sweet (And there's fire down below) The parson was a misery So scraggy and so thin (Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!) Look here, you motherfuckers If you lead a life of sin Then there's fire down below He took his text from Malachi And pulled a weary face (Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!) Well, I fucked off for Africa And there, I fell from grace 'Cause there's fire down below The parson's little daughter Was as sweet as sugar-candy (Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!) I said to her, "Us sailors Would make lovers neat and handy" 'Cause there's fire down below She says to me, "You sailors Are a bunch of fucking liars" (Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!) "And all of you are bound to hell To feed the fucking fires 'Cause there's fire down below" Well, there's fire down below, my lad So we must do what we oughta (Wa-hey-heave-hi-ho!) 'Cause the fire is not half as hot As the parson's little daughter And there's fire down below Yes, there's fire (Fire) Down (Down) Below Yes, there's fire (Fire) Down (Down) Below Yes, there's fire (Fire) Down (Sown) Below