Blow th' Man Down
Traditional - Lyrics from Capstan Bars, by David Bone
- Come all ye young fellers that follows th' sea.
- W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
- I'll sing ye a song if ye'll listen t' me.
- Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!
Oh! Blow th' man down, bullies. Blow th' man down.
W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
Oh! Blow th' man down bullies. Blow 'im right down.
Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!
- 'Twas in a Black Baller I first served my time.
- W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
- And in a Black Baller I wasted my prime.
- Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!
- 'Tis when a Black Baller's preparin' for sea.
- W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
- Th'sights in th' fo' cas'le is funny t' see.
- Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!
- Wi' sodgers an' tailors an' Dutchmen an' all.
- W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
- As ships for prime seamen aboard th' Black Ball.
- Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!
- But when th' Black Baller gets clear o' th' land.
- W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
- It's then as ye'll hear th' sharp word o' command.
- Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!
- Oh! It's muster ye sodgers an' tailors an' sich.
- W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
- An' hear ye're name called by a son of a bitch.
- Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!
- It's "fore-topsail halyards", th' Mate he will roar.
- W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
- Oh, lay along smartly, you son of a whore.
- Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!
- Oh, lay along smartly each lousy recroot.
- W-ay! Hey? Blow th' man down!
- Or it's lifted ye'll be wi' th' toe of a boot.
- Give us th' time an' we'll blow th' man down!