High Barbary

There were two lofty ships From old England they set sail Blow high, blow low And so sail we One was the Prince of Luther And the other Prince of Wales All a-cruisin’ down the coast Of High Barbary

"Aloft there, aloft there" Our jolly bosun cried Blow high, blow low And so sail we "Look ahead, look astern, Look to win’ward an’ a-lee" All a-cruisin’ down 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 But there’s a lofty ship to wind’ard An’ she’s sailin’ fast and free" All a-cruisin’ down the coast Of High Barbary

"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 All a-cruisin’ down the coast Of High Barbary

"Oh, no I’m not a man-o-war Nor privateer," said he Blow high, blow low And so sail we "But I am salt sea pirate All a-looking for me fee" All a-cruisin’ down 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 All a-cruisin’ down 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 we sank ’em in the sea All a-cruisin’ down the coast Of High Barbary