The Coast Of High Barbary - Pete Seeger

Look ahead, look-astern

Look the weather in the lee!

Blow high!

Blow low!

And so sailed we

I see a wreck to windward

And a lofty ship to lee!

A-sailing down along

The coast of High Barbary

«O, are you a pirate

Or a man o' war?»

cried we

Blow high!

Blow low!

And so sailed we

«O no!

I’m not a pirate

But a man-o-war,» cried he

A-sailing down along

The coast of High Barbary

We’ll back up our topsails

And heave vessel to

Blow high!

Blow low!

And so sailed we

For we have got some letters

To be carried home by you

A-sailing down along

The coast of High Barbary

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 coast of High Barbary

With cutlass and gun

O 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

A-sailing down along

The coast of High Barbary