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The Judies
Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that country was my intent.
But drinkin' whiskey like other damn fools,
Oh, I soon got back to Liverpool, singin'
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
(I on the Alaska) (A smart Yankee packet) lies out in the Bay,
A-waitin' a fair to get under way.
With all of her so sick and so sore,
They'd drunk all their whiskey and get no more.
Oh, comes the mate in a hell of a stew.
He's for work for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's ``Fore tops'l halyards!'' he 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 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 sea-boys them yards 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 barrel's run dry and our five advance,
And I guess it's time for to git up and dance.
Here's a health to the Captain he may be,
A bucko on land and a at sea,
But as for the mate, the dirty ol' brute (fruit),
We hope when he dies straight to he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
by A.L. Lloyd. Also L. Killen
Note: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Row
See LIVJUDY2
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