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The Judies
From to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in country was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong like other damn fools,
Oh, I soon got transported back to Liverpool,
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Them judies have got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A smart Yankee packet) out in the Bay,
A-waitin' a wind to get under way.
With all of her sailors so 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 work for us to do.
Oh, it's ``Fore tops'l halyards!'' he does roar,
And lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One of Cape Horn I shall never forget,
oft-times I sighs when I think of it yet.
She was divin' bows under with her all wet,
She was doin' 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 all around
For to that flash packet called the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now arrived in the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them 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 ol' brute (fruit),
We hope when he dies to hell he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
by A.L. Lloyd. Also L. Killen
Note: known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Julia Row
See also
LIVJUDY
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