ROW BULLIES ROW
From Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that country it was my intent.
But girls and strong whiskey like other damn fools,
I soon was transported back to Liverpool, singin'
Row, bullies, row!
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
I shipped on the Alaska lying out in the bay,
A-waitin' for a fair wind to get under way.
The sailors all drunk and their backs is all sore,
Their whiskeys all gone and they can't get no more.
Oh, along comes the mate in his jacket of blue,
He's lookin' for work for the sailors to do.
It's "Ship tops'l halyards!'' he loudly does roar,
And it's "Lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore!"
I remember one day we was crossing the line
When I think on it now we sure had a good time
She was divin' bows under, her sailors all wet,
She was doin' twelve knots with her mainskys'l set.
Here's a health to the Captain where'er he may be,
He's a friend to the sailor on land and at sea,
But as for our chief mate, the dirty ol' brute
I hope when he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot.
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 (fruit),
We hope when he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot.
And now we've arrived at the Bramleymoor Dock,
All the fair maids and lassies around us do flock.
Our whiskey's all gone and our six quid advance,
And I think it's high time for to git up and dance.
A popular rollicking
Irish sea shanty which is guaranteed to get any audience going!