Blow the Man Down

I’m a flying fish sailor just home from Hong Kong

(Wey hey, blow the man down)

Just give me some whiskey and I’ll sing you this song

(Give me some time to blow the man down)

Once I was a-rollin’ down Paradise Street

(Wey hey, blow the man down)

A big Irish priestman I chanced for to meet

(Give me some time to blow the man down)

He says, “I see you’re a black baller by the cut of your hair”

(Wey hey, blow the man down)

And them long red-top sea boots I see that you wear

(Give me some time to blow the man down)

Yes, he signed on some packet that flies the black ball

(Wey hey, blow the man down)

You probably robbed some poor Dutchman for his boots, clothes, and all

(Give me some time to blow the man down)

I says, “Mister, O’Mister, it does me great wrong”

(Wey hey, blow the man down)

I’m a flying fish sailor just home from Hong Kong

(Give me some time to blow the man down)

So I spat in his face and I stove in his jaw

(Wey hey, blow the man down)

He says, “Listen here, mister, you’re breaking the law”

(Give me some time to blow the man down)

So they gave me six months down in Old Walton Town

(Wey hey, blow the man down)

For bootin’, and kickin’, and knockin’ him down

(Give me some time to blow the man down)

So c’mon ye young sailors who follow the sea

(Wey hey, blow the man down)

Put your vents on the winds, boys, and listen to me

(Give me some time to blow the man down)

Yes, c’mon ye young sailors and hear what I say

(Wey hey, blow the man down)

Steer clear from them policemen, you’ll find it’ll pay

(Give me some time to blow the man down)