Row Bullies Row

From Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went
For the stay in that country it was my intent
But gals and strong whiskey like other damn fools
I soon was transported back to Liverpool, singin'

Row, Row, bullies, row!
Them Liverpool gals they 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, singin'

Row, Row, bullies, row!
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow

Along comes the mate with his jacket of blue
A-lookin' for work for the sailors to do
It's "Ship tops'l halyards!"he loudly does roar
Sayin' "Lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore!", singin'

Row, Row, bullies, row!
Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow

One night off Cape Horn we were 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, singin'