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The Liverpool Judies
From Liverpool to `Frisco a-rovin` I went,
For to stay in that country was my good intent.
But drinkin` strong whiskey like other damn fools,
Oh, I soon got transported back to Liverpool, singin`
Roll, roll, roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A smart Yankee packet) lies out in the Bay,
A-waitin` a fair wind to get under way.
With all of her sailors so sick and so sore,
They`d drunk all their whiskey and can`t get no more.
Oh, here comes the mate in a hell of a stew.
He`s lookin` for work for us sailors to do.
Oh, it`s ``Fore tops`l halyards!`` he loudly does roar,
And it`s lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o`-a-whore.!
One night of Cape Horn I shall never forget,
`Tis oft-times I sighs when I think of it yet.
She was divin` bows under with her sailors all wet,
She was doin` twelve knots wid her mainskys`l set.
And now we are haulin` way on to the Line,
When I thinks of it now, sure, we had a good time.
Them sea-boys box-haulin` them yards all around
For to beat that flash packet called the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now we`ve arrived in the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them flash judies on the pierhead do flock.
The barrel`s run dry and our five quid advance,
And I guess it`s high time for to git up and dance.
Here`s a health to the Captain wherever he may be,
A bucko on land and a bully at sea,
But as for the chief mate, the dirty ol` brute (fruit),
We hope when he dies straight to hell he`ll skyhoot.
* or Row!
Recorded by A.L. Lloyd. Also L. Killen
Note: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Julia Row
See also LIVJUDY2
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