There were two lofty ships
From old England they set sail
Blow high, blow low
And so sail we

One was the Prince of Luther
And the other Prince of Wales
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary

Aloft there, aloft there!
Our bully bosun cried
Blow high, blow low
And so sail we

Look ahead, look astern
Look to win’ward an' a-lee
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary

There’s naught upon the stern, sir
There’s naught upon our lee
Blow high, blow low
And so sail we

But there’s a lofty ship to win’ward
An' she’s sailin' fast and free
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary

Hail her, oh hail her!
Our gallant captain cried
Blow high, blow low
And so sail we

Are you a man-o-war
Or a privateer? cried he
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary

Oh, no I’m not a man-o-war
Nor privateer, cried he
Blow high, blow low
And so sail we

But I am salt sea pirate
All a-looking for me fee
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary

For broadside, for broadside
A long time we lay
Blow high, blow low
And so sail we

'Til at last the Prince of Luther
Shot the pirate mast away
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary

Oh quarter, oh quarter!
Those pirates they did cry
Blow high, blow low
And so sail we

But the quarter that we gave them
Was to sink 'em in the sea
All a-cruisin' down the coast
Of High Barbary