Blow the Man Down

 (Variant 1)

Come all ye young fellows that follow the sea,
to my way haye, blow the man down,
And pray pay attention and listen to me,
Give me some time to blow the man down.


I'm a deep water sailor just in from Hong Kong,
to my way haye, blow the man down,
if you'll give me some grog, I'll sing you a song,
Give me some time to blow the man down.


'Twas on a Black Baller I first served my time,
to my way haye, blow the man down,
And on that Black Baller I wasted my prime,
Give me some time to blow the man down.


'Tis when a Black Baller's preparing for sea
to my way haye, blow the man down,
You'd split your sides laughing at the sights that you see.
Give me some time to blow the man down.


With the tinkers and tailors and soljers and all
to my way haye, blow the man down,
That ship for prime seaman on board a Black Ball.
Give me some time to blow the man down.


'Tis when a Black Baller is clear of the land,
to my way haye, blow the man down,
Our Boatswain then gives us the word of command
Give me some time to blow the man down.


"Lay aft," is the cry,"to the break of the Poop!
to my way haye, blow the man down,
Or I'll help you along with the toe of my boot!"
Give me some time to blow the man down.


'Tis larboard and starboard on the deck you will sprawl,
to my way haye, blow the man down,
For "Kicking Jack" Williams commands the Black Ball.
Give me some time to blow the man down.


Pay attention to order, now you one and all,
to my way haye, blow the man down,
For right there above you flies the Black Ball.
Give me some time to blow the man down.

 

Blow the Man Down

(Variant 2)

 

Come all ye young fellows that follows the sea
To me, way hey, blow the man down
Now please pay attention and listen to me
Give me some time to blow the man down

 

I'm a deep water sailor just come from Hong Kong                                                                                        To me, way hey, blow the man down
You give me some whiskey, I'll sing you a song
                                                                                       Give me some time to blow the man down

 

When a trim Black Ball liner's preparing for sea                                                                                           To me, way hey, blow the man down
On a trim Black Ball liner I wasted me prime
                                                                                                  Give me some time to blow the man down

 

When a trim Black Ball liner preparing for sea                                                                                             To me, way hey, blow the man down
You'll split your sides laughing such sights you would see
                                                                          Give me some time to blow the man down

 

There's tinkers and tailors, shoemakers and all
To me, way hey, blow the man down
                                                                                                               They're all shipped for sailors aboard the Black Ball
                                                                                      Give me some time to blow the man down

 

When a big Black Ball liner's a-leaving her dock                                                                                         To me, way hey, blow the man down
The boys and the girls on the pier-head do flock
                                                                                                               Give me some time to blow the man down

 

Now, when the big liner, she's clear of land                                                                                                  To me, way hey, blow the man down
Our bosun he roars out the word of command
                                                                                               Give me some time to blow the man down

 

Come quickly, lay aft to the break of the poop                                                                                                                     To me, way hey, blow the man down
Or I'll help you along with the toe of me boot
                                                                                                                       Give me some time to blow the man down

 

Pay attention to orders, now, you one and all                                                                                                 To me, way hey, blow the man down
For see high above there flies the Black Ball
                                                                                              Give me some time to blow the man down

 

'Tis larboard and starboard, on deck you will sprawl                                                                                    To me, way hey, blow the man down
For kicking Jack Rogers commands the Black Ball
                                                                                  Give me some time to blow the man down


Oh, blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down!
To me way-aye, blow the man down.
Oh, Blow the man down, bullies, blow him right down!
Give me some time to blow the man down!

 

 

Blow the Man Down

(Variant 3)



As I was a-walking down Paradise Street,
To me way-aye, blow the man down.
A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet.
Give me some time to blow the man down!



She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow,
                                                                                       To me, way hey, blow the man down
So I took in all sail and cried "Way enough now."
                                                                                    Give me some time to blow the man down



I hailed her in English, she answered me clear,
                                                                                          To me, way hey, blow the man down
"I'm from the Black Arrow bound to the Shakespeare."
                                                                                 Give me some time to blow the man down



So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow,
                                                                                               To me, way hey, blow the man down
And yardarm to yardarm away we did go.
                                                                                                         Give me some time to blow the man down



But as we were going she said unto me,
                                                                                                             To me, way hey, blow the man down
"There's a spanking full-rigger just ready for sea."
                                                                                         Give me some time to blow the man down



That spanking full-rigger to New York was bound;
                                                                                     To me, way hey, blow the man down
She was very well manned and very well found.
                                                                                              Give me some time to blow the man down



But soon as that packet was clear of the
bar,
                                                                                                    To me, way hey, blow the man down
The mate knocked me down with the end of a spar,
                                                                                        Give me some time to blow the man down



And as soon as that packet was out on the sea,
                                                                                          To me, way hey, blow the man down
`Twas devilish hard treatment of every degree.
                                                                                         Give me some time to blow the man down



So I give you fair warning before we belay;
                                                                                                      To me, way hey, blow the man down
Don't never take heed of what pretty girls say.
                                                                                          Give me some time to blow the man down  

 

Blow the Man Down

(Bawdy Variant)

 

As I was a-walking down Paradise Street
To me weigh, hey, blow the man down!
A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet
Give me some time to blow the man down

She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow
So I put on all sail and cried, "Way hold up now!"

So I tailed her my flipper and took her in tow,
And yardarm to yardarm away we did go

Said she unto me, "Will you stand free?"
"Delighted!" says I, "for a charmer so sweet!"

She swallowed a pint and I put down a quart
She listed to starboard, I listed to port

Twas up in her quarters she piped me aboard
And there on her bed I cut loose with my sword!

I ruffled her scuppers, I battered her stern
And down in her galley I was done to a turn

But just as my cutter was a-forging ahead
She hollered, "My husband!" and she jumped out of bed

He was seven feet tall with a chest like a horse
And straight for my jawbone he plotted his course

He battered my rudder, he loosened my stays
And I flew down the steps like a ship on the ways

I hopped on a packet that happened along
And when I woke up I was signed for Hong Kong

So, young sailors, take warning before you delay
Don't never take heed of what pretty girls say!