O Liverpool, England, is a place I love dear,
I spent all me money on whiskey and beer.
I spent all my money - what could I do more?
I was forced to take ship and go sail for the shore.
And it's row, row, row, bullies, row,
For the Liverpool Pilot she have us in tow.
It's early next morning we were out for a start -
We packed all our duds in the old baggage cart;
And straight to the landlord to get a last glass,
And on board of a ship us poor sailors was cast.
And it's row, row, row, bullies, row,
For the Liverpool Pilot she have us in tow.
One day as our ship she was calm on her line,
Our captain was cursing 'cause he had no wine:
'Set tight sheets and halyards, let none of them slack
For they're flying aloft from her main topsail deck.'
And it's row, row, row, bullies, row,
For the Liverpool Pilot she have us in tow.
Our mate and our bos'un all day going through -
Just looking for work for our sailors to do.
'Unreeve your jib halyards,' he loudly did roar -
It's 'Go aloft, sailor, you son of a whore.'
And it's row, row, row, bullies, row,
For the Liverpool Pilot she have us in tow.
Rounding Cape Heaney I'll never forget -,
Each time I looks back and I thinks on it yet;
With the boats driving under and her sailors all wet,
And she ranged twelve an hour
with her stern lines sot tight.
And it's row, row, row, bullies, row,
For the Liverpool Pilot she have us in tow.
O now we are out and for home we do steer -
Our wives and our families and the ones we love dear.
Drink a health to our captain and pilot as well
But our old mate and bos'un, I wish them in hell!
And it's row, row, row, bullies, row,
For the Liverpool Pilot she have us in tow.
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