Blow, Bullies, Blow

Blow, Bullies, Blow

Traditional - Lyrics from Iron Men & Wooden Ships, by Frank Shay


A Yankee ship comes down the river,
Blow, boys, blow!
A Yankee ship and a Yankee skipper,
Blow, my bully boys, blow!

How do you know she's a Yankee clipper?
Blow, boys, blow!
Because her mast and yards shine like silver.
Blow, my bully boys, blow!

Who do you think is captain of her?
Blow, boys, blow!
Old Holy Joe, the darky lover,
Blow, my bully boys, blow!

What do you think she's got for cargo?
Blow, boys, blow!
Why, "black sheep" that have run the embargo.
Blow, my bully boys, blow!

What do you think they have for dinner?
Blow, boys, blow!
Why monkey's tails and bullocks' liver.
Blow, my bully boys, blow!

Oh, blow to-day and blow to-morrow,
Blow, boys, blow!
Oh, blow me down to the Congo River.
Blow, my bully boys, blow!