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The Judies
From Liverpool to a-rovin' I went,
For to in that country was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey other damn fools,
Oh, I soon got transported to Liverpool, singin'
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies got us in tow.
(I on the Alaska) (A smart Yankee packet) lies out in the Bay,
a fair wind to get under way.
With all of her so sick and so sore,
They'd drunk all their and can't get no more.
Oh, here comes the in a hell of a stew.
He's for work for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's ``Fore tops'l halyards!'' he loudly roar,
And lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One night of Cape I shall never forget,
'Tis oft-times I sighs 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,
I thinks of it now, sure, we had a good time.
Them sea-boys box-haulin' yards all around
For to beat that flash packet the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now arrived in the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them 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 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!
Recorded by A.L. Lloyd. L. Killen
Note: Also as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Julia Row
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