Текст песни Lloyd - The Liverpool Judies
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The Liverpool JudiesFrom 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 aroundFor 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. KillenNote: Also known as Row Bullies Row, Roll Julia Roll, Row Julia RowSee also LIVJUDY2filename[ LIVJUDYBR===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===