Liverpool Judies

[Verse 1]
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’

[Chorus]
Roll, roll bullies, roll!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
Roll, roll bullies, roll!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

[Verse 3]
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-of-a-whore!

[Chorus]
Roll, roll bullies, roll!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

[Verse 4]
One night of Cape Horn I shall never forget
‘Tis oft-times I sighs when I thinks of it yet
She was divin’ bows under with her sailors all wet
She was doin’ twelve knots with her mainskys’l set

[Chorus]
Roll, roll bullies, roll!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

[Verse 5]
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

[Chorus]
Roll, roll bullies, roll!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

[Verse 6]
Here’s a health to the Captain wherever he may be
A bucko on land and a bully at sea
But as for the first mate, the dirty ol’ brute
We hope when he dies straight to hell he’ll skyhoot

[Chorus]
Roll, roll bullies, roll!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow

[Chorus]
Roll, roll bullies, roll!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow