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The Liverpool
Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that was my good intent.
But drinkin' whiskey like other damn fools,
Oh, I soon got transported to Liverpool, singin'
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 fair wind to get way.
With all of her so sick and so sore,
They'd all their whiskey and can't get no more.
Oh, comes the mate in a hell of a stew.
He's lookin' for 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 Horn I shall never forget,
'Tis oft-times I when I think of it yet.
She was divin' bows under 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' them yards all
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.
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
Also known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Julia Row
See also
LIVJUDY
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