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• Artiste: Gaelic Storm
• Titre: Liverpool Judies
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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