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 bosun cried

Blow high, blow low and so sail we

Look ahead, look astern, look the weather look a-lee

Look down along 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 or privateer, cried he

Cruisin' down the coast of High Barbary

I am not a man-o-war or 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

Oh with cutlass and guns we fought for hours three

Blow high, blow low and so sail we

The ship it was their coffin the grave it was the sea

Down along the coast of High Barbary 

For quarter, for quarter, the dying pirates did cry

Blow high, blow low and so sail we

But the quarter that we gave them, was to sink them in the sea

Cruisin' down along the coast of High Barbary

Cruisin' down along the coast of High Barbary