The Coasts of High Barbaree - Wilderun

Look ahead, look a stern

Look the weather in the lee

Blow high!

Blow low!

And so sailed we

I see a wreck to the windward

And a lofty ship to lee

A sailing down along

The coasts of High Barbaree

Oh, are you a pirate

Or a man-o-war?

cried we

Blow high!

Blow low!

And so sailed we

Oh no!

I’m not a pirate

But a man-o-war, cried he

A sailing down along

The coasts of High Barbaree

So back up your topsails

And heave your vessel to

For we have got some letters

To be carried home by you

We’ll back up your topsails

And heave your vessel to

But only in some harbor

And along the side of you

For broadside, for broadside

They fought all on the main

Blow high!

Blow low!

And so sailed we

Until at last the frigate

Shot the pirate’s mast away

A sailing down along

The coasts of High Barbaree

For quarters!

For quarters!

The saucy pirates cried

Blow high!

Blow low!

And so sailed we

The quarters that we showed them

Was to sink them in the tide

Oh, it was a cruel sight

And it grieved us full sore

To see them all drownin'

As they tried to swim to shore

With cutlass and gun

Oh we fought for hours three

Blow high!

Blow low!

And so sailed we

The ship it was their coffin

And their grave it was the sea

Blow high!

Blow low!

And so sailed we!