Blow the Man Down


Lyrics from Capstan Bars, by David Bone

Oh! Blow th' man down, bullies. Blow th' man down.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
Oh! Blow th' man down bullies. Blow 'im right down.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!

As I was walkin' down Paradise Street,
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
A smart little clipper I chanced for to meet.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!

Her flag was three-coloured, I couldn't tell which.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
An' from her appearance, I took 'er for Dutch.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!

She was round in th' corner an' bluff in th' bow.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
An' I hailed her in English, an' took 'er in tow.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!

I tipped 'er my flipper an' off we did go.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
To th' "Anchor an' Crown" where my money did show.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!

Oh, it's "Are ye a rouster from off th' Black Ball?"
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
"An' robbed some poor sailor o' boots, clothes an' all."
Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!

"Oh, no, Missus Harty. You do me quite wrong."
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
"I'm a flyin'-fish sailor, just in from Hong Kong."
Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!


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