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The Judies
Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that country was my intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like damn fools,
Oh, I soon got transported to Liverpool, singin'
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Them judies have got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A smart packet) lies out in the Bay,
A-waitin' a fair wind to get way.
With all of her so sick and so sore,
They'd drunk all their 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 tops'l halyards!'' he loudly roar,
And lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One night of Cape Horn I shall forget,
'Tis oft-times I sighs when I of it yet.
She was bows under with her sailors 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 box-haulin' yards all around
For to beat that flash packet the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now we've arrived in the Dock,
And all them flash on the pierhead do flock.
The barrel's run dry and our five advance,
And I guess it's high for to git up and dance.
Here's a health to the wherever he may be,
A on land and a bully 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. L. Killen
Note: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Julia Roll, Row Julia Row
See also
LIVJUDY
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