Luyện nghe bài hát The Liverpool Judies

The Liverpool
Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that country was my intent.
But strong whiskey like other damn fools,
Oh, I soon got transported back to Liverpool,
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool have got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A Yankee packet) lies out in the Bay,
A-waitin' a wind to get under way.
all of her sailors so sick and so sore,
They'd all their whiskey and can't get no more.
Oh, here the mate in a hell of a stew.
He's for work for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's ``Fore halyards!'' he loudly does roar,
And it's lay Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One of Cape Horn I shall never forget,
oft-times I sighs when I think of it yet.
She was divin' bows under her sailors all wet,
She was doin' twelve knots wid her set.
And now we are way on to the Line,
I thinks of it now, sure, we had a good time.
Them sea-boys them yards all around
For to beat that flash packet the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now we've in the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them flash judies on the do flock.
The run dry and our five quid advance,
And I guess high time for to git up and dance.
Here's a health to the wherever he may be,
A bucko on land and a at sea,
But as for the chief mate, the dirty ol' (fruit),
We hope he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
Recorded by A.L. Lloyd. Also L.
Note: Also as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Julia Row
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