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Hazel Whyte
| Row Bullies Row |
| Row Bullies Row From Liverpool to ‘Frisco a-roving I went For to stay in that country it was my intent But girls and strong whiskey, like other damned fools I soon was transported back to Liverpool Chorus: And it’s row, row bullies row Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow I shipped on “The Alaska” laid out in the bay A-waiting for a fair wind to get under way The sailor’s all drunk and their backs’ is all sore The whiskey’s all done and we can’t get no more Now here comes our first mate in his jacket of blue A-looking for work for us sailors to do it’s “jib-topsail halyards” he loudly does roar and “stay aloft Paddy, ye son of a wh***” Here’s a health to captain where e’er he may be He’ a friend to the sailor on land or on sea But as for that first mate, that son of a brute I hope when he dies, straight to Hell he’ll sky-hoot. |
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