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The Judies
From to 'Frisco 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!*
Them Liverpool judies got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A Yankee packet) lies out in the Bay,
A-waitin' a fair to get under way.
all of her sailors so sick and so sore,
They'd drunk all their and can't get no more.
Oh, here comes the mate in a of a stew.
He's lookin' for for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's tops'l halyards!'' he loudly does roar,
And it's lay 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 under with her 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 them 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 run dry and our five quid advance,
And I it's high time 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 dirty ol' (fruit),
We hope when he dies to hell he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
by A.L. Lloyd. Also L. Killen
Note: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Roll, Row Julia Row
See LIVJUDY2
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