Luyện nghe bài hát The Liverpool Judies

The Liverpool
From to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in country was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like other fools,
Oh, I soon got back to Liverpool, singin'
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
(I shipped on the Alaska) (A smart Yankee packet) out in the Bay,
a fair wind to get under way.
With all of her sailors so and so sore,
They'd drunk all their whiskey and get no more.
Oh, comes the mate in a hell of a stew.
lookin' for work for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's ``Fore tops'l halyards!'' he loudly roar,
And it's lay Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One night of Cape Horn I never forget,
'Tis oft-times I sighs 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,
When I of it now, sure, we had a good time.
Them sea-boys box-haulin' yards all around
For to beat that packet called the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now we've in the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them flash on the pierhead do flock.
The barrel's run dry and our quid advance,
And I guess it's time for to git up and dance.
Here's a health to the Captain he may be,
A on land 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 LIVJUDY2
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