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The Judies
Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like other fools,
Oh, I soon got transported back to Liverpool,
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Them judies have got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A Yankee packet) lies out in the Bay,
A-waitin' a wind to get under way.
With all of her sailors so and so sore,
They'd drunk all their whiskey and get no more.
Oh, here the mate in a hell of a stew.
lookin' for work for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's ``Fore tops'l halyards!'' he loudly roar,
And it's lay Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One night of Horn I shall never forget,
'Tis oft-times I sighs when I 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,
I thinks 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 in the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them flash judies on the do flock.
The run dry and our five quid advance,
And I guess high time for to git up and dance.
Here's a health to the Captain he may be,
A bucko on land and a at sea,
But as for the mate, the dirty 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 Bullies Row, Roll Roll, Row Julia Row
See also
LIVJUDY
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