Roger Mcguinn - Liverpool Gals Lyrics
On a Liverpool packet bound out for the WestWe anchored a day in the harbor of CorkThen put out to sea for the port of New YorkAnd it's row, row bullies rowThem Liverpool gals they have got us in towFor thirty-two days we was hungry and soreFor the wind was agin' us and the gales they did roarBut at Battery Point we did anchor at lastWith the gig-boom hold to and the canvas all fastAnd it's row, row bullies rowThem Liverpool gals they have got us in towThem boardinghouse masters was a-boarding us twiceAnd shouting and promising all that was niceAnd one fat old crimp took a fancy to meAnd he said I was foolish to follow the seaAnd it's row, row bullies rowThem Liverpool gals they have got us in towThen being as a doorman is awaiting for youWith rations of liquor, and nothin' to doNow what do you say, what would you jump up toSays I you won't linger, and danged if I doAnd it's row, row bullies rowThem Liverpool gals they have got us in towBut the best of intentions they never goes farAfter thirty-two days at the door of a barI dust off me liquor and what do you thinkThat rotten old skipper he's doctored me drinkAnd it's row, row bullies rowThem Liverpool gals they have got us in towThe next I remember I awoke in the mornOn a three-sky-sailed yarder bound south round the hornWe 'ad no suit of oilskins and two pairs of socksAnd an IOU nailed to the lid of me boxAnd it's row, row bullies rowThem Liverpool gals they have got us in towNow all you young seamen take a warning by meKeep an eye on your drink, when the liquor is freeAnd pay no attention to Reniour the whoreWhen you've had some, you'll lose all you owned on the shoreAnd it's row, row bullies rowThem Liverpool gals they have got us in tow
