BLOW THE MAN DOWN
(Irish policeman version)

As I was rolling down Paradise Street
Chorus: To me, way hey, blow the man down
a big irish scuffer I chanced for to meet
Chorus: Give me some time to blow the man down!

Says he, “You’re a Blackballer from the cut of your hair"
Chorus: To me, way hey, blow the man down
"you’re a Blackballer by the clothes that youse wear"
Chorus: Give me some time to blow the man down!

“You’ve signed in some packet that flies the Black Ball"
Chorus: To me, way hey, blow the man down
"You’ve robbed some poor Dutchman of boots, clothes and all"
Chorus: Give me some time to blow the man down!

“O policeman, policeman, you do me great wrong"
Chorus: To me, way hey, blow the man down
"I’m a `Flying Fish’ sailor just home from Hongkong!”
Chorus: Give me some time to blow the man down!

So I stove in his face and I smashed in his jaw.
Chorus: To me, way hey, blow the man down
Says he, “Oh young feller, you’re breaking the law!"
Chorus: Give me some time to blow the man down!

They gave me six months in Liverpool town
Chorus: To me, way hey, blow the man down
For bootin’ and a-kickin’ and a-blowing him down
Chorus: Give me some time to blow the man down!

We’re a Liverpool ship with a Liverpool crew
Chorus: To me, way hey, blow the man down
A Liverpool mate and a Scouse skipper too
Chorus: Give me some time to blow the man down!

We’re Liverpool born and we’re Liverpool bred
Chorus: To me, way hey, blow the man down
Thick in the arm, boys, and thick in the head
Chorus: Give me some time to blow the man down!

Blow the man up, bullies, blow the man down
Chorus: To me, way hey, blow the man down
With a crew of hard cases from Liverpool town
Chorus: Give me some time to blow the man down!