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The Liverpool Judies From Liverpool to `Frisco a-rovin` I went, For to stay in that country was my good intent. But drinkin` strong whiskey like other damn fools, Oh, I soon got transported back to Liverpool, singin` Roll, roll, roll bullies, roll!* Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow. (I shipped on the Alaska) (A smart Yankee packet) lies out in the Bay, A-waitin` a fair wind to get under way. With all of her sailors so sick and so sore, They`d drunk all their whiskey and can`t get no more. Oh, here comes the mate in a hell of a stew. He`s lookin` for work for us sailors to do. Oh, it`s ``Fore tops`l halyards!`` he loudly does roar, And it`s lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o`-a-whore.! One night of Cape Horn I shall never forget, `Tis oft-times I sighs when I think of it yet. She was divin` bows under with her sailors all wet, She was doin` twelve knots wid her mainskys`l set. And now we are haulin` way on to the Line, When I thinks of it now, sure, we had a good time. Them sea-boys box-haulin` them yards all around For to beat that flash packet called the Thatcher MacGowan. And now we`ve arrived in the Bramleymoor Dock, And all them flash judies on the pierhead do flock. The barrel`s run dry and our five quid advance, And I guess it`s high time for to git up and dance. Here`s a health to the Captain wherever he may be, A bucko on land and a bully at sea, But as for the chief mate, the dirty ol` brute (fruit), We hope when he dies straight to hell he`ll skyhoot. * or Row! Recorded by A.L. Lloyd. Also L. Killen Note: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Julia Row See also LIVJUDY2 filename[ LIVJUDY BR ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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