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The Judies
From to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like damn fools,
Oh, I soon got transported back to Liverpool,
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Them judies have got us in tow.
(I on the Alaska) (A smart Yankee packet) lies out in the Bay,
A-waitin' a 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 tops'l 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 under her sailors all wet,
She was doin' twelve knots wid her 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' them all around
For to that flash packet called the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now we've in the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all flash judies on the pierhead do flock.
The run dry and our five quid advance,
And I guess it's time for to git up and dance.
a health 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 when he dies to hell he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
Recorded by A.L. Lloyd. L. Killen
Note: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Roll, Row Julia Row
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