High Barbary
From Fog & Fire, 2008	Traditional. Final verse ©2006 Brigands' Folie
Look ahead, look astern, look aweather, look alee. Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we. There’s a lofty ship to starboard, she’s sailin’ fast and free Sailing down the coasts of High Barbary	For broadside to broadside we fought along the main. Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we. Until at last our frigate shot the pirate’s mast away Down along the coasts of High Barbary.
Are you a pirate, or a man o’ war cried we. Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we. Oh no I am no pirate, but a man o’ war cried he. Sailing down the coasts of High Barbary.	With cutlass and with gun, we fought for hours there. Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we. The ship it was their coffin, the grave it was the sea. Down along the coasts of High Barbary
He said back up your topsails and heave your vessel to. Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we. For we have got some letters to be carried home by you. Sailing down the coasts of High Barbary.	For quarter, for quarter, the filthy pirates cried. Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we. The quarter that we showed them was to sink them in the tide. Down along the coasts of High Barbary.
Well we’ll back up our topsails and heave our vessel to. Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we. But only in some harbor, not along the side of you. Not sailing down the coasts of High Barbary.	No quarter was given, and none will be returned. Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we. The pirate captain jumped the rail to a skiff awaitin’ there. "I will see you on the coasts of High Barbary"
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