Coast Of High Barbary

There were two lofty ships

From old England came

Blow high, blow low

And so sail we

One was the Prince of Luther

And the other Prince of Wales

Cruisin' down the coast

Of High Barbary

Aloft there, aloft

Our jolly bosun cried

Blow high, blow low

And so sail we

Look ahead, look astern,

Look the weather look a-lee\"

Look down the coast

Of High Barbary

There's naught upon the stern,

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

Down along the coast

Of High Barbary

Oh hail her, oh hail her

Our gallant captain cried

Blow high, blow low

And so sail we

Are you a man-o-war

A privateer, a merchant ship? cried he

Cruisin' down the coast

Of High Barbary

I am not a man-o-war,

A privateer,\" said he

Blow high, blow low

And so sail we

But I am a salt sea pirate

A-looking for me fee

Down along the coast

Of High Barbary

For Broadside, for broadside

A long time we lay

Blow high, blow low

And so sail we

Until the Prince of Luther

Shot the pirate's mast away

Down along the coast

Of High Barbary

For quarter, for quarter

The pirates they did cry

Blow high, blow low

And so sail we

But the answer that we gave them

We sunk them in the sea

Cruisin' down the coast

Of High Barbary

Cruisin' down along the coast

Of High Barbary

Cruisin' down along the coast

of High Barbary