Classic Poem

(Row, Bullies, Row)

1. From England to California I went, To
stay in that country was my full intent, But
drinking bad whiskey, like ev'ry damn fool, Soon
got me imported back to Liverpool. Julia , roll!
Roll! Julia , roll! The Liverpool girls they've got us in tow!

2 The Alaska of Boston lies down in the Bay,
Waiting for a fair wind to get under way.
The sailors on board, so sick and so sore,
Their whiskey's all gone, they can't get no more.

3 Here comes our mate, with his jacket so blue;
He's looking for work for the sailors to do.
Then " Jib tops'l halliards! " he loudly does roar,
Saying, " Lay aloft, Paddy, you son of a whore! "

4 That night off Cape Horn I shall never forget,
And well I remember, I think of it yet.
She was running bows under, and the sailors all wet.
She was scudding twelve knots with her main skys'l set.

5 Here's to our captain, wherever he be,
He's a friend to his sailors on land or on sea;
But as for our mate, he's a dirty old brute,
And I hope when he dies straight to hell he'll skyhoot.