an old song: few memories, a piece of paper and clean hand writing

an old romantic song. From his extra-ordinary memory my friend scribbled on a torn piece of paper:
"Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sunshine daily on the mountaintop
I took a trip on a sailing ship
But when I reach Jamaica
I made a stop
But I am sad to say
I am on my way
My heart is down my head is turning around
I have to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls swings to and fro
I must declare my heart is here
Though I have been from being to Mexico
But I am sad to say
I am on my way
My heart is down my head is turning around
I have to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Down at the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while long they have been there
Aqua Rice salt and fishes are nice
And the rum is pine everytime a year
But I am sad to say
I am on my way
My heart is down my head is turning around
I have to leave a little girl in Kingston town".