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