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The Judies
From Liverpool to 'Frisco I went,
For to stay in that was my good intent.
But strong whiskey like other damn fools,
Oh, I soon got transported back to Liverpool,
Roll, roll, bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies 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,
drunk all their whiskey and can't 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 ``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,
oft-times I sighs when I think of it yet.
She was divin' bows with her sailors all wet,
She was doin' twelve 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 beat that flash called the Thatcher MacGowan.
And now arrived in the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them flash judies on the do flock.
The run dry and our five quid advance,
And I guess high time for to git up and dance.
Here's a health to the 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: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Roll, Row Julia Row
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