Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;

“I’m a pirate, looking for my fee,”

On the bonny coasts of Barbary.

“I’m a jolly pirate, out for gold:”

Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;

“I will rummage through your after hold,”

On the bonny coasts of Barbary.

The grumbling guns they flashed and roared,

Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we;

Till the pirate’s masts went overboard,