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Blow the Man Down
Lyrics from Capstan Bars,
by David Bone |
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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!
Come all ye young fellers that follows th'
sea.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man
down!
I'll sing ye a song if ye'll listen t' me.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow
th' man down!
'Twas in a Black Baller I first served my
time.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man
down!
And in a Black Baller I wasted my prime.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow
th' man down!
'Tis when a Black Baller's preparin' for
sea.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man
down!
Th'sights in th' fo' cas'le is funny t' see.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow
th' man down!
Wi' sodgers an' tailors an' Dutchmen an'
all.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man
down!
As ships for prime seamen aboard th' Black
Ball.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow
th' man down!
But when th' Black Baller gets clear o' th'
land.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man
down!
It's then as ye'll hear th' sharp word o'
command.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow
th' man down!
Oh! It's muster ye sodgers an' tailors an'
sich.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man
down!
An' hear ye're name called by a son of a
bitch.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow
th' man down!
It's "fore-topsail halyards", th' Mate he
will roar.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man
down!
Oh, lay along smartly, you son of a whore.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow
th' man down!
Oh, lay along smartly each lousy recroot.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man
down!
Or it's lifted ye'll be wi' th' toe of a
boot.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow
th' man down! |
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