Blow the man down

Blow the man down

1. Oh as I wuz arollin’down Paradise Street,
   Timme way, hay, blow the man down!
   A sassy, flash clipper I chanct for to meet,
   Ooh! Give us some time to blow the man down!
2. Of the port that she hailed from I cannot say much,
   Timme way, hay, blow the man down!
   But by her appearance I took her for Dutch
   Ooh! Give us some time to blow the man down!
3. Her flag wuz three colours and her masthead wuz low,
   She wuz round in the counter an’ bluff at the bow,
4. From larboard to starboard an’ so sailed she,
   She wuz sailin’ ad large – she wuz runnin’ free.
5. I fired my bow-chaser the signal she knew,
   She backed her maintawps’l an’ for me hove to.
6. She wuz bowlin’ along with the wind blowin’ free,
   She clewed up her courses an’ waited for me.
7. I hailed her in English she answered me clear,
   ‘I’m from the Black Arrow bound to the Shakespeare.’
8. I tipped her my flipper an’ took her in tow,
   An’ yard-arm to yard-arm away we did go.
9. She then took me up to her lily-white room,
   An’ there all the evening we danced an’ we spooned.
10. Me shot-locker’s empty, me powder’s all spent,
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