43 - High Barbary
Words by TraditionalTune by Traditional
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
All a-cruisin’ down the coast of High Barbary
Aloft there, aloft there our jolly bosun cried
Look ahead, look astern, look to weather an’ a-lee
There’s naught upon the stern, sir, there’s naught upon our lee
But there’s a lofty ship to wind’ard, an’ she’s sailin’ fast and
free
Oh hail her, oh hail her, our gallant captain cried
Are you a man-o-war, or a privateer? cried he
Oh, I’m not a man-o-war, nor privateer, said he
But I am salt sea pirate all a-looking for me fee
For Broadside, for broadside a long time we lay
'Til at last the Prince of Luther shot the pirate’s mast away
Oh quarter, oh quarter those pirates they did cry
But the quarter that we gave them was we sank 'em in the sea