To me way-ha-ha- ya! A long time and a Solo Chorus Solo Chorus Solo Chorus Solo Chorus Solo Chorus Solo Chorus Solo Chorus Solo Chorus A dollar a day is a stevedore's pay, I bought in Hong Kong a pretty silk dress, I'm taking it home to my sweetheart Bess, My Bess is fair and sweet to view, To me way-ha-ha-yah! Her hair is brown and her eyes are blue, I thought I heard our second mate say, And a long time ago. BLOW, BOYS, BLOW Vigorously be A Yan-kee ship came down the riv - er, SOLO Blow, boys, blow! A Yan-kee ship and a Solo Yan-kee skipper, Blow,my bul-ly boys, blow! Refrain Solo Refrain Solo Solo Refrain Solo Refrain Solo Refrain Solo Refrain A Yankee ship on the Congo river, Blow, boys, blow! Her masts they bend and her sails they shiver, Blow, my bully boys, blow! How do you know she's a Yankee clipper? The Stars and Stripes they fly above her, Who do you think is captain of her? Old Holy Joe, the darky lover, Blow, my bully boys, blow! What do you think she's got for cargo? Solo BLOW THE MAN DOWN 245 Old shot and shell, she breaks the embargo, Refrain Blow, my bully boys, blow! Solo Solo Solo Refrain Solo Refrain What do you think they have for dinner? Hot water soup, but slightly thinner, Oh, blow today and blow tomorrow, And blow for all old tars in sorrow, Blow, my bully boys, blow! BLOW THE MAN DOWN Briskly Oh, blow the man down,bul-lies,Knock him right Oh,blow the man down,bullies,Knock him right down, Give me some time to blow the man down. Solo Solo Chorus Solo Chorus Solo As I was a-walking down Paradise street, Give me some time to blow the man I hailed him in English and hailed him all 'round, To my aye, aye, blow the man down! Ship ahoy! ship ahoy! Oh, where are you bound? Chorus Give me some time to blow the man Solo Chorus Solo down. A-watching the damsels so gay and so young, To my aye, aye, blow the man down! It's arm-in-arm we strolled 'round the town, Chorus Give me some time to blow the man down. Solo Chorus Solo Chorus Solo Oh, policeman, policeman, please come along, To my aye, aye, blow the man down! I'm a flying-fish sailor, just home from Hong Kong, Give me some time to blow the man down. There was an old skipper, I don't know his name, |