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Blow the Man Down
Lyrics from Songs of American
Sailormen, by Joanna Colcord |
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Come all you young
fellows that follow the sea.
To me way-aye, blow the man down!
Now pray pay attention and listen to me.
Give me some time to blow the man down!
I'm a deep-water sailor just come from
Hongkong;
To me way-aye, blow the man down!
If you'll give some whiskey I'll sing you a
song.
Give me some time to blow the man down!
On a trim Black Ball liner I first served my
time,
And in that Black Baller I wasted my prime.
It's when a Black Baller's preparing for
sea,
You'd split your sides laughing the sights
you would see,
At the tinkers and tailors and sojers and
all,
For you'll seldom find sailors aboard a
Black Ball.
'Tis when the Black Baller is clear of the
land
The crew musters aft at the word of command.
"Lay aft," is the cry, "to the break of the
poop,
Or I'll help you along with the toe of my
boot."
"Pay attention to orders, now you one and
all,
For see, right above you there flies the
Black Ball."
'Tis larboard and starboard on deck you will
sprawl,
For Kicking Jack Williams commands that
Black Ball. |
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