Blow the Man Down
Oh the rags they was gone and the chains they was jammed,
To me way, hey, blow the man down,
And the skipper says he "let the weather be hanged",
Oh give me some time to blow the man down.

Chorus:
Oh blow the mand down, bullies, blow the man down,
To me, way, hey, blow the man down.
Oh blow the man down, bullies, blow him away,
Of give me some time to blow the man down.

As i was a wlaking down paradise street,...(etc)
A saucy young damsel i happened to meet,...(etc)

I says to her "polly, and how do you do?"...(etc)
Says she, "none the better for seeing of you",...(etc)

Oh we'll blow the man up, and we'll blow the man down,...(etc)
We'll blow him right back t liverpool town,...(etc)