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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'

Roll, roll, roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.

(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, singin'

Roll, roll, roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.

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, singin'

Roll, roll, roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.

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, singin'

Roll, roll, roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.

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, that is

Roll, roll, roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.

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, singin'

Roll, roll, roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.

Sing it again guys!

Roll, roll, roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.

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