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Liverpool

Liverpool to 'Frisco a-roving I went,
For to stay in that was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey other damn fools,
I was soon shanghied back to Liverpool, singin,

row! Row, bullies, row!
Them judies have got us in tow.

I shipped in the Alaska out in the bay,
We was for a fair wind to get under way.
The sailors on they was all sick and sore,
drunk all their whiskey and could get no more, singin'

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One off Cape Horn I will never forget,
And it's oh, but a sigh I think of it yet.
We was goin' bows under the was all wet,
We was twelve knots with the main skysail set, singin'

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Well comes the mate in his jacket of blue,
He's lookin' for work for the to do.
And "Up topsail halyards!" he loudly does roar,
And "Lay Paddy. You son of a whore.", singin',

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now we are sailin' down onto the line,
When I think of it now, oh, we had a time.
The sailors box-haulin' yards all around,
To catch that clipper the Thacker MacGowan, and

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Well, now we've arrived in Bramley-Moore Dock,
And all the flash to the pierhead do flock.
Our barrel's run dry and me six advance,
And I think high time for to get up and dance, singin'

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Here's a to our captain wheree'er he may be,
He's a devil on and a bucko at sea.
But as for that first mate, the ol' brute,
We hope when he dies straight to hell he'll skyoot,

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