6. The Coast Of High Barbary
Look ahead, look a stern, look the weather in the lee,
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
I see a wreck to the windward and a lofty ship to lee,
A sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary
O are you a pirate or a man-o-war? cried we.
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
O no! I'm not a pirate but a man-o-war, cried he.
A sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary
We'll back up our topsails and heave our vessel to;
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
For we have got some letters to be carried home by you.
A sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary
For broadside, for broadside they fought all on the main;
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
Until at last the frigate shot the pirate's mast away.
A sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary
With cutlass and gun, O we fought for hours three;
Blow high! Blow low! and so sailed we.
The ship it was their coffin and their grave it was the sea.
A sailing down all on the coasts of High Barbary
7. The Dead Horse
A poor old man came riding by
And we say so and we know so
Oh, a poor old man came riding by
Oh poor old man
Says I old man your horse will die
And we say so and we know so
And if he dies we'll tan his hide
Oh poor old man
And if he don't i'll ride him again
And we say so and we know so
And I'll ride him till the lord knows when
Oh poor old man
Hes dead as a nail in the lamp room door
And we say so and we know so
And he wont come worrying us no more
Oh poor old man
We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails
And we say so and we know so
And the iron of his shoes to make deck nails
Oh poor old man
Drop him down with a long long rope
And we say so and we know so
Where the sharks will have his body and the devil takes his soul
Oh poor old man
8. Drunken Sailor
Way-hay and up she rises
Way-hay and up she rises
Way-hay and up she rises
Early in the morning!
What will we do with a drunken sailor,
What will we do with a drunken sailor.
What will we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning?
Way-hay and up she rises
Way-hay and up she rises
Way-hay and up she rises
Early in the morning!
Put 'em in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him,
Put 'em in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him,
Put 'em in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him,
Early in the morning!
Way-hay and up she rises
Way-hay and up she rises
Way-hay and up she rises
Early in the morning!
Put him in the brig until he's sober,
Put him in the brig until he’s sober,
Put him in the brig until he's sober,
Early in the morning!
Way-hay and up she rises
Way-hay and up she rises
Way-hay and up she rises
Early in the morning!
9. Leave Her, Johnny
I thought I heard the Old Man say:
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her."
Tomorrow you will get your pay,
and its time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her.
Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
She shipped it green and none went by.
And it's time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her.
I hate to sail on this rotten tub.
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"
No grog allowed and rotten grub.
And it's time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her.
We swear by rote for want of more.
"Leave her, Johnny, leave her!"
But now were through so we'll go on shore.
And it's time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow
And it's time for us to leave her.
10. Paddy Doyle's Boots
To me, Way-ay-ay yah!
We'll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!
To me Way-ay-ay yah!
Well all drink brandy
nd gin!
To me Way-ay-ay yah!
We'll all shave under the chin!
To me Way-ay-ay yah!
We'll all throw muck at the cook!
To me Way-ay-ay yah!
The dirty ol' man's on the poop!
To me Way-ay-ay yah!
We'll bouse her up and be done!
To me Way-ay-ay yah!
We'll pay Paddy Doyle for his boots!
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