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The Liverpool
Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to in that country was my good intent.
But drinkin' whiskey like other damn fools,
Oh, I soon got transported back to Liverpool,
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.
all of her sailors so sick and so sore,
They'd drunk all their whiskey and get no more.
Oh, here comes the mate in a of a stew.
He's for work for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's tops'l halyards!'' he loudly does roar,
And lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One night of Horn I shall never forget,
'Tis oft-times I sighs when I 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,
When I of it now, sure, we had a good time.
Them box-haulin' them yards all around
For to beat that flash called the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now we've arrived in the Dock,
And all them flash 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.
Here's a health to the Captain he may be,
A bucko on and a bully at sea,
But as for the chief mate, the ol' brute (fruit),
We hope he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
by A.L. Lloyd. Also L. Killen
Note: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Julia Roll, Row Julia Row
See LIVJUDY2
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