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Blow the Man Down
Lyrics from Songs of
American Sailormen, by Joanna Colcord |
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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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