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The Judies
From Liverpool to a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in country was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like other fools,
Oh, I soon got transported to Liverpool, singin'
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool have got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A smart Yankee packet) out in the Bay,
A-waitin' a fair wind to get 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 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 night of Cape Horn I never forget,
oft-times I sighs when I think of it yet.
She was divin' bows under with her 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 called the MacGowan.
And now arrived in the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them flash judies on the do flock.
The barrel's run dry and our five advance,
And I it's high 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 chief mate, the dirty ol' (fruit),
We hope 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
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