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Liverpool

From Liverpool to 'Frisco I went,
For to stay in that was my good intent.
But drinkin' whiskey like 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 lyin' out in the bay,
We was waitin' for a fair wind to get way.
The sailors on board they was all and sore,
They'd drunk all their whiskey and get no more, singin'

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

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

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

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(break)

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

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

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