Blow The Man Down

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

Way, hey, blow the man down

If you give me some whisky I’ll sing you a song

Gimme some time to blow the man down

 

As I was a walking down paradise street

Way, hey, blow the man down

A handsome fat policeman I happened to meet

Gimme some time to blow the man down

 

Sez he, you’re a black baller by the cut of your hair

Way, hey, blow the man down

With the long red topped sea boots I see that you wear

Gimme some time to blow the man down

 

You’re from that flash packet that flies the black ball

Way, hey, blow the man down

And you robbed some poor Dutchman of boots, clothes and all

Gimme some time to blow the man down

 

Oh mister, oh mister, you’ve got me quite wrong

Way, hey, blow the man down

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

Gimme some time to blow the man down

 

I spat in his face and stove in his jaw

Way, hey, blow the man down

Says he now young fellow you’re breaking the law

Gimme some time to blow the man down

 

They gave me six months up in old Walton Town

Way, hey, blow the man down

For booting and kicking and blowing him down

Gimme some time to blow the man down

 

Now all you young fellas that follow the sea

Way, hey, blow the man down

Put your vents to the wind boys and listen to me

Gimme some time to blow the man down

 

I give you fair warning afore we belay

Way, hey, blow the man down

Steer clear of fat policemen, you’ll find it’ll pay

Gimme some time to blow the man down

 

Oh blow the man down bullies, blow the man down

Way, hey, blow the man down

Blow him right back into Liverpool town

Gimme some time to blow the man down