LIVERPOOL JUDIES         Traditional - Shanty


      D                      A        D
 From Liverpool to 'Frisco a-roving I went
                     A          D        A
 For to stay in that country it was my intent,
     D                             A            D
 But girls and strong whisky, like other damned fools
                 A           D       C
 I soon was transported back to Liverpool,


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          A
 And it's row, row bullies, row,
      D         G A         D      G  D
 Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow.



 I shipped on the Alaska well out in the bay,
 Waiting for a fair wind to get under way,
 The sailors all drunk, and their backs is all sore,
 The whiskey's all done and we can't get no more, 

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 Now here comes our first mate with his jacket of blue,
 A-looking for work for us sailors to do.
 It's "Jig tops'l halyards" he loudly does roar,
 'So lay aloft Paddy, you son-of-a-whore',

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 I remember one day, we were crossing the Line,
 When I think on it now, sure, we had a good time.
 She was driving bows-under, the sailors all wet,
 She was doing twelve knots with the main sky-sail set,

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 And now we've arrived at the Bramleymore dock.
 All the fair maids and lassies around us do flock.
 Our whiskey's all gone, and our six-pound advance,
 And I think it's high time for to get up and dance,

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 Here's a health to our Captain, where e'er he may be,
 He's a friend to all sailors on land or on sea,
 But as for our first mate, that son of a brute,
 I hopes, when he dies, straight to hell he'll sky-hoot,

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