Luyện nghe bài hát The Liverpool Judies

The Liverpool
Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong like other damn fools,
Oh, I got transported back 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 whiskey and get no more.
Oh, here the mate in a hell of a stew.
He's lookin' for work for us 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,
'Tis I sighs when I think of it yet.
She was bows under with 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 box-haulin' them yards all around
For to beat that flash packet the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now we've 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 high time for to git up and dance.
Here's a to the Captain wherever he may be,
A bucko on land and a at sea,
But as for the mate, the dirty ol' brute (fruit),
We when he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
Recorded by A.L. Lloyd. L. Killen
Note: Also known as Row Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Julia Row
See also
LIVJUDY
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