Look ahead, look astern,
Look the weather and the lee
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we
I see a wreck to windward,
And a lofty ship to lee,
A-sailing down along the coasts of High Barbary
“Oh, are you a pirate
Or a man-o'-war?” cried he...
“Oh no, we are not men of war,
But men of ARRR!!!” cried we...
Well back up your topsails
And heave your vessel to...
For we have got some letters
To be carried home by you...
We'll back up our topsails
And heave our vessel to...
But only in some harbour
And along the side of you...
For broadside for broadside
We fought all on the main...
Until at last the pirate
Shot the frigate's mast away...
“For quarters! For quarters!”
The saucy sailors cried...
The quarters that we showed them
Was to sink them in the tide...
With cutlass and gun
Oh, we fought for hours three...
Their ship it was their coffin,
And their grave it was the sea...