Look ahead, look astern Look the weather in the lee Blow high, blow low And so sail we I see a ship to windward And a lofty ship at sea Sailing down along The coast of High Barbary
"Well, are you a pirate Or a man o' war?" cried we Blow high, blow low And so sail we "No, I'm not a pirate But a man o' war," cried he Sailing down along The coast of High Barbary
For broadside, for broadside We fought along the main Blow high, blow low And so sail we Until at last our frigate Blew that pirate's mast away Sailing down along The coast of High Barbary
"For quarters, for quarters!" The saucy pirates cried Blow high, blow low And so sail we The quarters that we gave 'em Was to sink 'em in the tide Sailing down along The coast of High Barbary
Look ahead, look astern Look the weather in the lee With cutlass and cannon We fought for hours three The ship, it was their coffin And their grave, it was the sea... Ha!
Sailing down along The coast of High Barbary Blow high, blow low And so sail we Sailing down along The coast of High BarbaryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
