Liverpool Judies
Liverpool Judies
From Liverpool to 'Frisco a-roving I went,
For to stay in that country was my good intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like other damn fools,
I was very soon shanghied back to Liverpool, singin,
row! Row, bullies, row!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
I shipped in the Alaska lyin' out in the bay,
We was waitin' for a fair wind to get under way.
The sailors on board they was all sick and sore,
They'd drunk all their whiskey and could get no more, singin'
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One night off Cape Horn I will never forget,
And it's oh, but a sigh when I think of it yet.
We was goin' bows under the sails was all wet,
We was runnin' twelve knots with the main skysail set, singin'
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Well along comes the mate in his jacket of blue,
He's lookin' for work for the matelots to do.
And it's "Up topsail halyards!" he loudly does roar,
And "Lay aloft Paddy. You son of a whore.", singin',
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Well now we are sailin' down onto the line,
When I think of it now, oh, we had a hard time.
The sailors box-haulin' them yards all around,
To catch that flash clipper the Thacker MacGowan, and
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Well, now we've arrived back in Bramley-Moore Dock,
And all the flash judies to the pierhead do flock.
Our barrel's run dry and me six quid advance,
And I think it's high time for to get up and dance, singin'
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Here's a health to our captain wheree'er he may be,
He's a devil on land and a bucko at sea.
But as for that first mate, the lousy ol' brute,
We hope when he dies straight to hell he'll skyoot, singin'
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