BLOW THE MAN DOWN

I'm a Flying Fish sailor, just home from Hong Kong!"
To me way, hey, blow the man down,
Just give me some whiskey and I'll sing you's a song!
Give me some time to blow the man down.


As I was a-walking down Paradise Street,
A hansome young policeman I chanced for to meet,

Says he, "You're a Black Baller from the cut of your hair;
I can tell by those high red-topped sea boots you wear.

Mister Oh Mister, you does me great wrong,
I'm a Flying Fish sailor, just home from Hong Kong!"

So I spat in his face, and I stove in his jaw;
Says he then, "Young feller, you're breaking the law!"

They gave me six months down in old Walton town,
For kicking and punching and blowing him down.

Oh listen young fellers, and heed what I say!
Steer clear of fat policemen, you'll find it'll pay!

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him away,
Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow him to stay.