Текст Joseph Arthur – Coast Of High Barbary

There were two lofty ships
From old England came
Blow high, blow low
And so sail we

«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 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
A privateer, a merchant ship?» cried he
Cruisin’ down the coast of High Barbary

«I am not a man-o-war
A privateer,» said he

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

«For quarter, for quarter»
The pirates they did cry
Blow high, blow low
And so sail we
But the answer that we gave them
We sunk them in the sea
Cruisin’ down the coast of High Barbary

Cruisin’ down along the coast of High Barbary
Cruisin’ down along the coast of High Barbary