From Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went
For the stay in that country it was my intent
But gals and strong whiskey like other damn fools
I soon was transported back to Liverpool, singin'
Row, Row, bullies, row!
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow
I shipped on the Alaska lying out in the bay
A-waitin' for a fair wind to get under way
The sailors all drunk and their backs is all sore
Their whiskeys all gone and they can't get no more, singin'
Row, Row, bullies, row!
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow
Along comes the mate with his jacket of blue
A-lookin' for work for the sailors to do
It's "Ship tops'l halyards!"he loudly does roar
Sayin' "Lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore!", singin'
Row, Row, bullies, row!
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow
One night off Cape Horn we were crossing the line
When I think on it now we sure had a good time
She was divin' bows under, her sailors all wet
She was doin' twelve knots with her mainskys'l set, singin'
Row, Row, bullies, row!
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow
Here's a health to the Captain where'er he may be
He's a friend to the sailor on land or on sea
But as for our first mate, that dirty ol' brute
I hope when he dies straight to hell he'll sky hoot, singin'
Row, Row, bullies, row!
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow
And now we've arrived at the Bramleymoor Dock
Where the fair maids and lassies around us will flock
Me whiskey's all gone and me six quid advance
And I think it's high time for to git up and dance, singin'
Row, Row, bullies, row!
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow
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