Going Down To Bangor
Van Morrison Lyrics


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Well I'm going down to Bangor
I want you to bring me, bring me my bucket and spade
Well I'm going down to Bangor
Bring me my bucket and spade
I'm going down to Pickie Pool
Man we're going in the deep end

Well I got your letter this morning
When the sun was shining so bright
Well I got your letter this morning
Oh, when the sun was shining so bright
I want you to know one thing
That you're the love of my life

We're going up to Cavehill
We're going to walk on Napoleon's Nose
We're going up to Cavehill
We're going to walk on Napoleon's Nose
Way up on the hillside
Where the purple heather grows

I haven't seen my cousin Billie in such a long time
I haven't seen my cousin Billie, not in a long time
Well I saw her just the other day
She was standing in a supermarket line

Well we're going out in the charabanc
We're just as happy as we can be
Well we're going out in the charabanc
We're just as happy as we can be
Well we're going to go driving
Watch the mountains of Mourne run down to the sea

Yeah we're going down to Bangor
Just six miles from Donaghadee
Oh, we're going down to Bangor
Some six miles from Donaghadee
I want you to sing this with me
Tra-la-la, tra-la-lee

Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, tra-la-lee
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, tra-la-lee




It's only six miles from Bangor
To Donaghadee

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Van Morrison's song "Going Down to Bangor" describe a trip that the singer is taking to the seaside town of Bangor in Northern Ireland. He requests that someone bring him his bucket and spade, suggesting that he plans to spend time on the beach. He mentions Pickie Pool, where they will go into the deep end. The lyrics then reference a letter the singer received from a loved one, which he read in the sunshine. He declares that the recipient of the letter is the love of his life. The lyrics go on to describe a trip up to Cave Hill, where they will walk on Napoleon's Nose and see the purple heather growing. The song then mentions the singer's cousin Billie, whom he recently saw in a supermarket line. The final verse describes the group's journey out in a charabanc and their joy in being able to drive and watch the mountains running down to the sea. The song concludes by repeating the earlier refrain of "Tra-la-la, tra-la-lee."


While the lyrics on the surface may seem lighthearted and carefree, there is a sense of nostalgia and longing for simpler times and memories of family and loved ones. The repeated refrain of "tra-la-la, tra-la-lee" echoes the idea of reliving happy memories and savoring the joys of life.


Line by Line Meaning

Well I'm going down to Bangor
I am heading towards Bangor


I want you to bring me, bring me my bucket and spade
Please bring me my bucket and shovel


I'm going down to Pickie Pool
I am going to Pickie Pool


Man we're going in the deep end
We are going to swim in the deep end of the pool


Well I got your letter this morning
I received your letter this morning


When the sun was shining so bright
It was a bright and sunny day


That you're the love of my life
You are the one I love the most


We're going up to Cavehill
We are headed to Cavehill


We're going to walk on Napoleon's Nose
We will walk on Napoleon's Nose


Where the purple heather grows
We will be walking on the hillside where purple heather grows


I haven't seen my cousin Billie in such a long time
It has been a very long time since I last saw my cousin Billie


Well I saw her just the other day
I saw her recently


She was standing in a supermarket line
I saw her at the supermarket waiting in line


Well we're going out in the charabanc
We are taking a ride in the charabanc


We're just as happy as we can be
We are extremely happy


Well we're going to go driving
We are planning to go on a drive


Watch the mountains of Mourne run down to the sea
We will be able to see the beautiful view of the mountains of Mourne going down towards the sea


Some six miles from Donaghadee
It is approximately six miles from Donaghadee


I want you to sing this with me
Please join me in singing this


Tra-la-la, tra-la-lee
La la la la la


It's only six miles from Bangor
Bangor is just six miles away




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Written by: George Morrison

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