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The Liverpool
From Liverpool to 'Frisco I went,
For to in that country was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey other damn fools,
Oh, I soon got transported 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 wind to get way.
With all of her so sick and so sore,
They'd all their whiskey and can't get no more.
Oh, here the mate in a hell of a stew.
lookin' for work for us sailors to do.
Oh, it's ``Fore halyards!'' he loudly does roar,
And it's lay Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore.!
One of Cape Horn I shall never forget,
'Tis oft-times I sighs when I of it yet.
She was divin' bows under her sailors all wet,
She was doin' twelve wid her mainskys'l 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 that flash packet called 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 it's time for to git up and dance.
a health 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 hope when he dies to hell he'll skyhoot.
* or Row!
Recorded by A.L. Lloyd. Also L.
Note: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Row
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