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Blow the Man Down
Lyrics from Songs of The Sailor
and Lumberman, by William Doerflinger |
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Come all you young
fellows who follow the sea,
To me way, hay, blow the man down,
Now, please pay attention and listen to me,
Give me some time to blow the man down!
I'm a deep-water sailor just come from Hong
Kong.
To me way, hay, blow the man down,
If you give me 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.
On a trim Black Ball liner I wasted my
prime.
When a trim Black Ball liner's preparing for
sea,
You'd split your sides laughin', such sights
you would see.
There's tinkers and tailors, shoemakers and
all,
They're all shipped for sailors on board the
Black Ball.
When a big Black Ball liner's a-leaving her
dock,
The boys and the girls on the pierhead do
flock.
Now, when the big liner is clear of the
land,
Our bosun he roars out the word of command.
"Come, quickly lay aft 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!
"`This larboard and starboard on deck you
will sprawl,
For `Kicking Jack' Rogers commands the Black
Ball!" |
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