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The Judies
From Liverpool to a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like other fools,
Oh, I got transported back to Liverpool, singin'
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A smart Yankee packet) out in the Bay,
a fair wind to get under way.
With all of her sailors so 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 lookin' for for us sailors to do.
Oh, ``Fore tops'l halyards!'' he loudly does roar,
And lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One night of Cape Horn I never forget,
'Tis I sighs when I think of it yet.
She was divin' bows under with her all wet,
She was doin' twelve knots wid her set.
And now we are way on to the Line,
When I of it now, sure, we had a good time.
Them box-haulin' 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 on the pierhead do flock.
The run dry and our five quid advance,
And I it's high time for to git up and dance.
Here's a health to the Captain he may be,
A on land and a bully at sea,
But as for the mate, the dirty ol' brute (fruit),
We hope he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
by A.L. Lloyd. Also L. Killen
Note: known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Julia Row
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