The Wild Barbaree
© 2007 by Golden Bough
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Two lofty ships from old England set sail,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we.
And one was Prince of Luther, and the other Prince of Wales,
Cruising down round the coast of the Wild Barbaree.

Look ahead, look astern, look to windward look to lee,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we.
There’s a lofty ship astern and for us she does make way,
Cruising down round the coast of the Wild Barbaree.

"Oh, hail her, Oh, hail her," our gallant captain cried,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we.
"Are you a man-o'-war or a privateer," said he,
Cruising down round the coast of the Wild Barbaree.

"I am not a man-o'-war nor a privateer," said he,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we.
"But I am a saucy pirate a-looking for my fee.”
Cruising down round the coast of the Wild Barbaree.

Then for broadside for broadside these two ships did go,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we.
Until the Prince of Luther shot the pirate's masts away,
Cruising down round the coast of the Wild Barbaree.

”Then for quarter, for quarter,” the pirate captain cried,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we.
But the quarter that we gave them was to sink them in the sea,
Cruising down round the coast of the Wild Barbaree.

Oh we fought them for better than 3 hours you see,
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we.
But their ship it was their coffin and their grave it was the sea,
Cruising down round the coast of the Wild Barbaree.

But their ship it was their coffin and their grave it was the sea,
Cruising down round the coast of the Wild Barbaree,
Cruising down round the coast of the Wild Barbaree.

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