Liverpool Judies

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This version is a favorite of mine  ( I have plenty of favorites).  I read somewhere once that Liverpool Judies were contrary winds,  and the ship had to be warped or towed with a longboat out of port.

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When I was a young lad,  I sailed with the rest,
On a Liverpool packet,  bound out to the west
We anchored one day in the harbour of Cork,
Then we sailed on our way to the Port of New York,

(Chorus)
Sing Row, row, bullies row,  them Liverpool Judies has got us in tow.

2. For forty two days we wuz hungry an sore.
Oh the winds were agin us,  the gales they did roar
Off Battery point we did anchor at last,
Wid our jibboom hove in and our canvas all fast

(Chorus)
3. De boardin' house masters wuz off in a trice
A-shoutin' an' promisin' all that wuz nice,
An' one fat ol' crimp he got cottin'd to me,
Sez he,,  "Yer a fool,  lad,  ter follow the sea."

(Chorus)
4. Sez he,  "There's a job as is waitin' for you,
Wid lashin's o' liquor an' begger-all to do
Sez he,  "What d'yer say lad,  will you jump her too,
Sez I,  "Ye ol' bastard,  I'm damned if I do

(Chorus)
5. But de best o' intentions dey never gits far,
After forty-two days at the door of a bar
I tossed off me liquor an' what do ye think?
Why the lousy ol' barstard had drugs in me drink

(Chorus)
6. The next I remembers,  I woke in de morn,
On a three-skys'l yarder bound south round Cape Horn
Wid a ol' suit of oilskins an' two pair o' sox,
An' a bloomin' great head,  an' a dose of the pox

(Chorus)
7. Now all ye young sailors take a warnin' from me
Keep a watch on yer drinks when de liquor is free,
An' pay no attention to runner or whore,
Or yer head'll be thick an' yer throat'll be sore,

(Chorus)

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