There were two lofty ships From old England came Blow high, blow low And so sail we One was the Prince of Luther The other Prince of Wales All a-cruisin' down the coast Of High Barbary
2. "Aloft there, aloft there" Our jolly bosun cried Blow high, blow low And so sail we "Look ahead, look astern, Look to weather an' a-lee" All a-cruisin' down the coast Of High Barbary
3. "There's naught upon the stern, sir There's naught upon our lee Blow high, blow low And so sail we But there's a lofty ship to wind'ard An' she's sailin' fast and free" All a-cruisin' down the coast Of High Barbary
4. "Oh hail her, oh hail her" Our gallant captain cried Blow high, blow low And so sail we "Are you a man-o-war Or a privateer?" cried he All a-cruisin' down the coast Of High Barbary
5. "Oh, I'm not a man-o-war Nor privateer," said he Blow high, blow low And so sail we "But I am salt sea pirate All a-looking for me fee" All a-cruisin' down the coast Of High Barbary
6. For Broadside, for broadside A long time we lay Blow high, blow low And so sail we 'Til at last the Prince of Luther Shot the pirate's mast away All a-cruisin' down the coast Of High Barbary
7. "Oh quarter, oh quarter" Those pirates they did cry Blow high, blow low And so sail we But the quarter that we gave them Was we sank 'em in the sea All a-cruisin' down the coast Of High Barbary
call: There were two lofty ships from old England set sail; reply: Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. call: One was the Prince of Luther and the other Prince of Wales. reply: All a-cruisin' down the coast of the High Barbaree, High Barbaree.
call: "Aloft, there, aloft," our bully bos'n cried. reply: Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. call: "Look ahead and look astern and look a-windward and a-lee." reply: A-cruisin' down the coast of the High Barbaree, High Barbaree.
call: "Well, there's naught upon the stern, boys, there's naught upon the lee." reply: Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. call: "But there's a lofty ship a-windward and she's sailin' fast and free." reply: A-cruisin' down the coast of the High Barbaree, High Barbaree.
call: "Oh, hail her, oh, hail her!" our gallant captain cried. reply: Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. call: "Are you a man-of-war or a privateer?" cried he. reply: All a-cruisin' down the coast of the High Barbaree, High Barbaree.
call: "No, I am not a man-of-war or privateer." cried he. reply: Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. call: "But I'm a saltsy pirate and I'm lookin' for my fee." reply: All a-cruisin' down the coast of the High Barbaree, High Barbaree.
call: For broadside, for broadside they lay all on the main; reply: Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. call: Until the Prince of Luther blew the pirate's mast away. reply: All a-cruisin' down the coast of the High Barbaree, High Barbaree.
call: "Oh, quarter, oh, quarter!" those salty pirates cried; reply: Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. call: But the quarter that we gave them was to sink them in the sea. reply: All a-cruisin' down the coast of the High Barbaree, High Barbaree. A-cruisin' down the coast of the High Barbaree.
There were two lofty ships From old England came Blow high, blow low And so sail we One was the Prince of Luther The other Prince of Wales All a-cruisin' down the coast Of High Barbary