Liverpool Judies Songtext

Gaelic Storm

von The Boathouse

Liverpool Judies Songtext
When I was a youngster, I sailed with the rest
On a Liverpool packet bound out for the west
We anchored one day in the harbor of Cork
Then we put out to sea for the port of New York

And it's row, bully boys, row
Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow

For 42 days we was hungry and sore
The winds were against us, the gales they did roar
Off Battery Point we did anchor at last
With our jig boom hove to and our canvas on fast

And it's row, bully boys, row
Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow

And the boardinghouse master came aboard in a trice
Shouting and promising all that was nice
Then one old fat crib took a liking to me
Says, "You're a fool, boy, for to follow the sea."

And it's row, bully boys, row
Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow

And it's row, bully boys, row
Them Liverpool Judies have got us in tow

And the next I remember, I woke in the morn
On a three skysail yarder bound south for Cape Horn
An old suit of oilskins, two pairs of socks
And a blooming great head and a dose of the pox
Now, all you young sailors, take a warning by me
Keep your eye on your drink when the liquor is free
Pay no attention to runner or whore
Or your head will be thick and your throat will be sore

And it's row, bully boys, row
Those Liverpool Judies have got us in tow
And it's row, bully boys, row
Those Liverpool Judies have got us in tow
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