Interesting Facts about The Liverpool Judies A
“The Liverpool Judies A” was a very favorite capstan shanty among Liverpool ships. According to Stan Hugill, the song was of Irish origin and was sung in imitative Irish or Liverpool-Irish fashion. The song probably dates from the forties of the nineteenth century, since was popular in the Western Ocean Packets.
The song will be reconstructed by myself as the capstan shanty.
The source of this sea shanty
The music: “Shanties from the Seven Seas” by Stan Hugill (1st ed p 401).
The lyrics: “Shanties from the Seven Seas” by Stan Hugill (1st ed p 401,402).
The Record of The Liverpool Judies A
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The musical notation
And the full lyrics
The Liverpool Judies A
From Liverpool to ‘Frisco a rovin’ I went,
For to stay in that country wuz my good intent,
But drinkin’ strong whisky like other damn fools,
Oh I soon got transported back to Liverpool,
– Singin’ ro-o-o-oll, o-o-o-oll, roll, bullies, roll!
– Them Liverpool judies have got us in tow!
* 2 *
A smart Yankee packet lies out in the Bay,
A-waitin’ a fair wind to get under way,
With all of her sailors so sick and sore,
They’d drunk all their limejuice and can’t git no more.
* 3 *
Oh, here comes the in a hell of a stew,
He’s lookin’ for graft for us sailors to do,
Oh, it’s ‘Fore tops’l halyards!’ he loudly does roar,
An’ it’s lay along Paddy, ye son-o’ -a-whore!
* 4 *
One night off Cape Horn I shall never forget,
‘Tis oft-times I sighs when I think o’ it yet,
She was roundin’ Cape Horn with her main-skys’l’set,
She was roundin’ Cape Horn wid us all wringin’ wet.
* 5 *
An’ now we are haulin’ ‘way on to the Line,
When I thinks o’ it now, sure, we had a good time,
Them sea-boys box-haulin’ their yards all around,
For to beat that flash packet called the ‘Thatcher MacGawn’
* 6 *
An’ now we’ve arrived in the Bramleymoor Dock,
An’ all them flash judies on the pierhead do flock,
The barrel’s run dry an’ our five quid advance,
An’ I guess it’s high timefor to git up an’ dance.
* 7 *
Here’s a health to the Capen wherever he may be,
A friend to the sailor on land or on sea,
But as for the chief mate, the dirty ol’ brute,
We hope when he dies straight to hell he’ll skyhoot.