Blow the Man Down


Lyrics from Songs of American Sailormen, by Joanna Colcord

As I was a-walking down Paradise Street,
To me way-aye, blow the man down!
A Liverpool bobby I chanced for to meet,
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Says he, "You're a Blackballer by the cut of your hair;
To me way-aye, blow the man down!
I know you're a Blackballer by the clothes that you wear.
Give me some time to blow the man down!

"You've sailed in a packet that flies the Black Ball,
You've robbed some poor Dutchman of boots, clothes and all."

"O policeman, policeman, you do me great wrong;
I'm a `Flying Fish' sailor just home from Hongkong!"

They gave me six months in Liverpool town
For kicking a p'liceman and blowing him down.


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