Blow the Man Down

As I was a walking down Paradise Street,
To me, weigh, hey, blow the man down.
A pretty young maiden I happened to see,
Oh, give me some time to blow the man down.

Blow the man down, bully boys,
Blow the man down, to me,
Weigh, hey, blow the man down.
Blow him right back to Liverpool town.
Give me some time to blow the man down.

The lines they were blocked, and the rigging was jammed…
The captain he said "Let the weather be damned"…

Chorus

I said to this pretty girl, "How do you do?"…
She said "None the better for meeting with you"…

Chorus

So all you young sailors, take warning from me…
And don’t mess around with the pretty Colleens…

Chorus

And if you are stranded, no ship to call home…
Just spend your last farthing and drink to your ruin…

Chorus

Score
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