The Coast of High Barbary Songtext
von The Fisherman’s Friends

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}