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The Liverpool
From Liverpool to 'Frisco I went,
For to stay in that country was my intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like damn fools,
Oh, I soon got back to Liverpool, singin'
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool have got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A smart packet) lies out in the Bay,
a fair wind to get under way.
With all of her so sick and so sore,
drunk all their whiskey and can't get no more.
Oh, here comes the mate in a of a stew.
He's lookin' for work for us to do.
Oh, it's ``Fore tops'l halyards!'' he does roar,
And lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One night of Cape I shall never forget,
'Tis oft-times I sighs when I of it yet.
She was divin' bows under her sailors all wet,
She was twelve 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' them yards all
For to beat that flash packet 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 it's time for to git up and dance.
Here's a to the Captain wherever he may be,
A bucko on land and a at sea,
But as for the mate, the dirty ol' brute (fruit),
We hope when he dies straight to he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
by A.L. Lloyd. Also L. Killen
Note: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Row
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