Liverpool Judies (sea shanty)

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Liverpool Judies
(traditional [Roud 928), arrang. J. Ferguson, 2021)

V1.
When I was a young man I sailed with the best
on a Liverpool packet bound out for the west.
We anchored one day in the harbour of Cork;
then we were bound for the port of New York.

Chorus:
And it's row, row bullies row,
them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow.

V2.
For forty-two days we was hungry and sore,
for the winds was against us and the gales they did roar.
But off Battery Point, boys, we anchored at last
with the jib-boom hove in and our canvas all fast.

V3.
The boarding-house masters was off in a trice,
smiling and promising all that was nice.
One fat old crimp took a likin' to me.
Says he, “You're a fool, lad, not to go out to sea.”

V4.
Says he, “There's a job as is waiting for you
with lashings of liquor and bugger-all to do.”
Says he, “What d'ye say, lad, won't you jump her too?”
Says I, “You old bastard, I'm damned if I do.”

V5.
But the best of intentions they never goes far,
after forty-two days at the door of a bar.
I tossed off my liquor and what do you think?
The rotten old bastard put drugs in my drink!

V6.
The next I remembers I woke in the morn',
on a three skys'l yarder bound south round the Horn (skICE-ssle)
with an old set of oilskins and two pair of socks,
a bloody thick head and a sea-chest that rocks.

V7.
Now all you young sailors, take a warning by me:
keep a watch on your drinks when the liquor is free!
And pay no attention to runner or whore,
or your head will be thick and your throat will be sore.