On the bonny coasts of Barbary.

“There’s a ship that looms like Beachy Head,”

Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;

“Her banner aloft it blows out red,”

On the bonny coasts of Barbary.

“Oh, ship ahoy, where do you steer?”

Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;

“Are you man-of-war, or privateer?”

On the bonny coasts of Barbary.

“I am neither one of the two,” said she,