Blow the Man Down

Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down,
Timme! Way, hay, Blow the man down!
Oh, blow the man down to Liverpool town.
Ooh! Give us some time to blow the man down!

Come harken to me an’ I'll sing you a song.
I’m a Flyin’ Fish sailor just home from Hong Kong.

As I was a-walkin’ down Paradise Street,
A pretty young maiden I happened to meet.

This pretty young maiden she said unto me,
There’s a fine full-rigged clipper just ready for sea.

So I packed up me sea-chest an’ signed on that day,
An’ with that young maiden I spent me half pay.

This fine full-rigged clipper to Sidney wuz bound,
She wuz very well rigged an’ very well found.

As soon as this clipper wuz clear of the bar,
The Mate knocked me down with the end of a spar.

The Cap’en he stood at the end of the poop,
He helped me along with the toe of his boot.

As soon as this clipper had got out to sea,
I had cruel hard treatment of every degree.

So, all ye young fellers who foller the sea,
Pray, give me attention an’ listen to me.

I’ll give you a warnin’ before we belay,
Don’t ever take heed of what pretty girls say.