4 May 2010 0 Comments

High Barbaree

There were two lofty from old England came

Blow high Blow low, and so sail we

One was the prince of Luther and the other Prince of Wales

Rolling down the coast of the high Barbaree

Aloft there, aloft our jolly bosun cried

Look ahead, look astern look aweather look lee

There’s nought apon our stern, there’s nought apon our lee

But there’s a lofty ship to winward and she’s sailing fast and free

Oh hail her, oh hail her our gallant captain cried

Are you a man of war or privateer asked he

I am not a man of war or privateer said she

I am a salt sea pirate and looking for my fee

For broadside, for broadside a long time we lay;

Until the Prince of Luther shot the pirate’s mast away.

With cutlass and gun, oh, we fought for hours three;

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

“For quarter! For quarter!” the vanquished pirates cried.

The quarter that we gave them, we sunk them in the tide.

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