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The Liverpool
From Liverpool to a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that was my good intent.
But strong whiskey like other damn fools,
Oh, I soon got back to Liverpool, singin'
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
(I on the Alaska) (A smart 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 drunk all their whiskey and get no more.
Oh, here the mate in a hell of a stew.
He's lookin' for for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's ``Fore tops'l halyards!'' he does roar,
And it's lay Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One night of Cape I shall never forget,
'Tis oft-times I sighs when I of it yet.
She was divin' bows under with her all wet,
She was doin' twelve wid her mainskys'l set.
And now we are way on to the Line,
When I thinks of it now, sure, we had a time.
Them sea-boys them yards all around
For to beat that flash called the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now we've arrived in the Dock,
And all them flash on the pierhead do flock.
The run dry and our five quid advance,
And I guess it's high for to git up and dance.
a health to the Captain wherever he may be,
A bucko on land and a at sea,
But as for the chief mate, the ol' brute (fruit),
We when he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
Recorded by A.L. Lloyd. Also L.
Note: Also known as Row Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Julia Row
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