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
Theres naught upon the stern,
Theres naught upon our lee
Blow high, blow low
And so sail we
But theres a lofty ship to windard
An shes 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 pirates 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