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When I was a youngster, I sailed with the restOn a Liverpool packet bound out for the westWe anchored one day in the harbor of CorkThen we put out to sea for the port of New YorkAnd it's row, bully boys, rowThem Liverpool Judies have got us in towFor 42 days we was hungry and soreThe winds were against us, the gales they did roarOff Battery Point we did anchor at lastWith our jig boom hove to and our canvas on fastAnd it's row, bully boys, rowThem Liverpool Judies have got us in towAnd the boardinghouse master came aboard in a triceShouting and promising all that was niceThen one old fat crib took a liking to meSays, "You're a fool, boy, for to follow the sea."And it's row, bully boys, rowThem Liverpool Judies have got us in towAnd it's row, bully boys, rowThem Liverpool Judies have got us in towSongtexteAnd the next I remember, I woke in the mornOn a three skysail yarder bound south for Cape HornAn old suit of oilskins, two pairs of socksAnd a blooming great head and a dose of the poxNow, all you young sailors, take a warning by meKeep your eye on your drink when the liquor is freePay no attention to runner or whoreOr your head will be thick and your throat will be soreAnd it's row, bully boys, rowThose Liverpool Judies have got us in towAnd it's row, bully boys, rowThose Liverpool Judies have got us in tow Aus Songtexte Mania