High Barbaree 

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There wuz two lofty ships from Ol’ England they set sail.
Blow high!  Blow low!  An’ so sailed we!
One wuz the Prince o’ Rupert, an’ the other Prince o’ Wales.
Cruisin’ down along the coast  of the High Barbaree!

“Aloft there, aloft!” our bully bosun cried.
“Look ahead, an’ look astern, an’ look a-weather an’ a-lee!”

“There’s nought upon our starn, sir, there’s nought upon our lee,
But a lofty ship ter wind’ard, an’ she’s sailin’ fast an’ free.”

“Oh, hail her! Oh, hail her!” our gallant cap’en cried.
“Are you a man-o’-war or a privateer?” cried he.

“Oh, no, I’m not a man-o’-war, nor privateer!” cried he,
“But I’m a salt sea pirat all a-lookin’ fer me fee!”

Oh, broadside to broadside a long, long time we lay,
Until the Prince o’ Rupert shot the pirat’s masts away!

“Oh, quarter! Oh, quarter!” those pirats then did cry.
But the quarter that we gave ‘em was we sunk ‘em in the sea.