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T:Liverpool Judies
B:Hugill, Stan, (1969), Shanties and Sailors Songs, London, Herbert Jenkins
Z:Stan Hugill
F:http://www.folkinfo.org/songs
M:3/4
L:1/8
K:Ab
C2 |E2 E2 E2 |E2 E2 E2 |F2 G2 E2 |A4
w:When I wuz a young-ster I sailed wid de rest,
A B |c2 c2 c2 |d2 c2 B2 |A2 G2 F2 | E4
w:On a Liv-er-pool pac-ket bound out to the West,
E2 |c2 c2 c2 |d2 c2 B2 |A2 c2 A2 |D4
w:We anchor-ed one day in de har-bour of Cork
C D |E2 E2 E2 |E2 D2 C2 |B,2 A,2 G,2 |A,4
w:Then we put out to sea for the port of New York
C D |E2 F E E2 |E2 F E E2 |E2 F2 G2 |A4
w:Sing-in' ro-o-o-oll, ro-o-o-oll, roll, bul-lies, roll!
C2 |E2 E2 E2 |E2 D2 C2 |B,2 A,2 G,2 | A,4 |]
w:Them Liv-er-pool ju-dies have got us in tow!
W:When I wuz a youngster I sailed wid de rest,
W:On a Liverpool packet bound out to the West,
W:We anchored one day in de harbour of Cork,
W:Then we put out to sea for the port of New York.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Singin' ro-o-o-oll, ro-o-o-oll, roll, bullies, roll!
W:Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow!
W:
W:For forty-two days we wuz hungry an' sore,
W:Oh, the winds wuz agin us, the gales they did roar;
W:Off battery Point we did anchor at last,
W:Wid our jibboom hove in an' the canvas all fast.
W:
W:De boardin'-house masters wuz off in a trice,
W:A-shoutin' an' promisin' all that wuz nice;
W:An' one fast ol' crimp he got cotton'd to me,
W:Sez he, "Yer a fool lad, ter follow the sea."
W:
W:Sez he, "There's a job is a waitin' fer you,
W:Wid lashin's o' liqour an' begger-all to do;"
W:Sez he, "What d'yer say, lad, will ye jump 'er, too?"
W:Sez I, "Ye ol' bastard, I'm damned if I do."
W:
W:But de best ov intentions dey niver gits far,
W:After forty-two days at the door of a bar,
W:I tossed off me liquor an' what d'yer think?
W:Why the lousy ol' bastard 'ad drugs in me drink.
W:
W:Now, the next I remembers I woke in de morn,
W:On a three-skys'l yarder bound south round Cape Horn;
W:Wid an' ol' suit of oilskins an' three pairs o' sox,
W:An' a bloomin' big head an' a dose of the pox.
W:
W:Now all ye young sailors take a warnin' by me,
W:Keep a watch on yer drinks when the liquor is free,
W:An' pay no attintion to runner or whore,
W:Or yer head'll be thick an' yer fid'll be sore.