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The Judies
From to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to in that country 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 have got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A smart packet) lies out in the Bay,
A-waitin' a wind 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 the mate in a hell of a stew.
lookin' for work for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's ``Fore halyards!'' he loudly does roar,
And it's lay Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One night of Cape Horn I shall forget,
'Tis oft-times I when I think of it yet.
She was divin' bows 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 of it now, sure, we had a good time.
Them sea-boys box-haulin' yards all around
For to beat that flash packet called the 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 five 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 and a bully at sea,
But as for the mate, the dirty ol' brute (fruit),
We hope when he dies straight to he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
Recorded by A.L. Lloyd. Also L.
Note: Also known as Row Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Julia Row
See also
LIVJUDY
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