From Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went,
For to stay in that country well it was my intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like other d*** fools,
Soon got me transported back to Liverpool
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
I shipped on the Alaska lyin' out in the Bay,
We were waitin' for a fair wind to get under way.
Them sailors they were all so sick and so sore,
They've drunk all their grog and they can't get no more.
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
Well here comes the mate with his jacket of blue.
And he's lookin' for work for us sailors to do.
It's "jib tops'l halyards!" he loudly does roar,
And it's "lay along Paddy, ye son of a w****!"
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
One night round Cape Horn I shall never forget,
With oft-times I sigh when I think of it yet.
She was divin' bows under with her sailors all wet,
We was doin' twelve knots with our mainskys'l set.
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
And then some time later while the Line,
When I thinks of it now, well, we had a good time.
Us sea-boys box-haulin' them sails all around
For to beat that flash packet called the Thatcher MacGowan.
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
And now we've arrived at the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them flash girlies around us do flock.
We've gallons of whiskey and a six quid advance,
So I think it's high time for to git up and dance.
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
And it's Roll, Hey! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
For to stay in that country well it was my intent.
But drinkin' strong whiskey like other d*** fools,
Soon got me transported back to Liverpool
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
I shipped on the Alaska lyin' out in the Bay,
We were waitin' for a fair wind to get under way.
Them sailors they were all so sick and so sore,
They've drunk all their grog and they can't get no more.
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
Well here comes the mate with his jacket of blue.
And he's lookin' for work for us sailors to do.
It's "jib tops'l halyards!" he loudly does roar,
And it's "lay along Paddy, ye son of a w****!"
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
One night round Cape Horn I shall never forget,
With oft-times I sigh when I think of it yet.
She was divin' bows under with her sailors all wet,
We was doin' twelve knots with our mainskys'l set.
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
And then some time later while the Line,
When I thinks of it now, well, we had a good time.
Us sea-boys box-haulin' them sails all around
For to beat that flash packet called the Thatcher MacGowan.
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
And now we've arrived at the Bramleymoor Dock,
And all them flash girlies around us do flock.
We've gallons of whiskey and a six quid advance,
So I think it's high time for to git up and dance.
And it's Roll, heave away! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.
And it's Roll, Hey! Roll bullies, roll!*
Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow.