The Coast of High Barbary

Yo-ho, heave-ho Yo-ho, heave-ho I'm going to sing you all a song About a ship that haunts my dreams. Blow high, blow low And so sail we A song to curdle up your blood And make the banshees scream Sailing down the coast of Hi- -Igh Barbar-y{sustained} Get aloft, get aloft Now we're {UNKNOWN} captain {UNKNOWN} Blow high, blow low And so sail we Look ahead! Look astern! Look a-windward look a-lee(ward) Sailing down the coast of Hi- -Igh Barbar-y{sustained} There's nothing to the stern There's nothing to the lee Blow high, blow low And so sail we But there's a spooky ship to windward That's sailing loose and free Sailing down the coast of Hi- -Igh Barbar-y{sustained} The captain was a skeleton The first mate was a ghoul Blow high, blow low And so sail we When we fired off our broadside The ball went right on through Sailing down the coast of Hi- -Igh Barbar-y{sustained} Yo-ho, heave-ho-o Yo-ho! Heave-ho! Yo-ho, heave-ho The spooky old Fisherman's friends are we Sailing down the coast of Hi- -Igh Barbar-y{sustained} He waved a bony hand and said: Farewell, me boys, farewell! Blow high, blow low And so sailed we We bound for Davy Jone's locker We're sailing down to hell Sailing down the coast of Hi- -Igh Barbar-y{sustained} Sailing down the coast of Hi- -Igh Barbar-y{sustained} Oh, heave ho{sustained}