LIVERPOOL JUDIES 

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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, 
I was very soon Shanghaied back to Liverpool, singin' 

Row, row, row bullies, row!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow. 

I shipped on the Alaska lying 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 could get no more. 

Oh, here comes the mate in his jacket and blue. 
He's lookin' for work for the matelots to do. 
Oh, it's ``Up 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 with her mainskys'l set. 

And now we are haulin' way on to the Line, 
When I think of it now, sure, we had a hard time. 
Them sea-boys box-haulin' them yards all around 
For to beat that flash packet called the Backer 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 six quid advance, 
And I guess it's high time for a get up and dance. 

Here's a health to the Captain wherever he may be, 
A devil on land and a bucko at sea, 
But as for the chief mate, the lousy ol' brute, 
We hope when he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot.