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, the other Prince of Wales;
Down along the coast of High Barbary.

"Aloft there, aloft!" our jolly boatswain cried;
Blow high, blow low, and so sail we.
"Look ahead, look astern, look to weather an' a-lee."
Down along the coast of High Barbary.

"There's naught upon the stern, sir; there's naught upon our lee."
Blow high, blow low, and so sail we.
"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 or a privateer?" cried he.
Down along the coast of High Barbary.

"Oh, no, I'm not a man-o-war nor privateer," cried he.
Blow high, blow low, and so sail we.
"But I'm salt-sea pirate, all a-lookin' 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.
'Til at last the Prince of Luther shot the pirate's mast away,
Down along the coast of High Barbary.

"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 to sink them in the sea.
Down along the coast of High Barbary.