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.