| Look ahead, look a stern
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| Look the weather in the lee
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| Blow high! |
| Blow low! |
| And so sailed we
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| I see a wreck to the windward
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| And a lofty ship to lee
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| A sailing down along
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| The coasts of High Barbaree
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| Oh, are you a pirate
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| Or a man-o-war? |
| cried we
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| Blow high! |
| Blow low! |
| And so sailed we
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| Oh no! |
| I’m not a pirate
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| But a man-o-war, cried he
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| A sailing down along
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| The coasts of High Barbaree
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| So back up your topsails
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| And heave your vessel to
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| For we have got some letters
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| To be carried home by you
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| We’ll back up your topsails
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| And heave your vessel to
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| But only in some harbor
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| And along the side of you
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| For broadside, for broadside
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| They fought all on the main
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| Blow high! |
| Blow low! |
| And so sailed we
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| Until at last the frigate
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| Shot the pirate’s mast away
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| A sailing down along
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| The coasts of High Barbaree
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| For quarters! |
| For quarters!
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| The saucy pirates cried
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| Blow high! |
| Blow low! |
| And so sailed we
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| The quarters that we showed them
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| Was to sink them in the tide
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| Oh, it was a cruel sight
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| And it grieved us full sore
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| To see them all drownin'
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| As they tried to swim to shore
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| With cutlass and gun
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| Oh we fought for hours three
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| Blow high! |
| Blow low! |
| And so sailed we
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| The ship it was their coffin
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| And their grave it was the sea
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| Blow high! |
| Blow low! |
| And so sailed we! |