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,singing
Roll,roll,roll bullies,rol!
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
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!
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
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 its high time for to git up and dance
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 chief mate,the dirty ol' brute
We hope when he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot
Roll,roll,roll bullies,roll!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow
Roll,roll,roll bullies,roll!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow