| lyric | 1. Oh blow the man down, bullies,
blow the man down.
To me way aye, blow the man down!
Oh blow the man down in Liverpool town.
Give me some time to blow the man down.
2. And we blow him right up
and we blow him right down.
Chorus: To me way …
and we blow him right down.
3. As I was a walking
down Paradise Street,
a saucy young p’liceman
I happened to meet.
4. Says he: You’re a deep-sea-man
by the cut of your hair,
I know you’re a deep-sea-man
by the clothes you wear.
5. You’ve sailed in that clipper,
there moored to the quay,
you’ve robbed some poor Dutchman
of boots, clothes and pay.
6. O p’liceman, O p’liceman
you do me great wrong,.
I’m a flying fish-sailor,
just home from Hong-Kong.
7. They locked me three months
in the jail of the town,
for booting and kicking
and blowing him down. |