The Coast of High Barbary

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Look ahead, look a stern,
Look the weather in the lee,
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.
I see a wreck to the windward
And a lofty ship to lee,
A sailing down all on
The coast of High Barbary

O are you a pirate
Or a man-o-war? cried we,
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.
O no! I'm not a pirate
But a man-o-war, cried he,
A sailing down all on
The coast of High Barbary

We'll back up our topsails
And heave our vessel to,
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.
For we have got some letters
To be carried home by you,
A sailing down all on
The coast of High Barbary

For broadside, for broadside
They fought all on the main,
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.
Until at last the frigate
Shot the pirate's mast away,
A sailing down all on
The coast of High Barbary

For quarters! For quarters!
The saucy pirates cried,
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.
The quarters that we showed them
Was to sink them in the tide,
A sailing down all on
The coast of High Barbary

With cutlass and gun,
O we fought for hours three,
Blow high! Blow low!
And so sailed we.
The ship it was their coffin
And their grave it was the sea,
A sailing down all on
The coast of High Barbary