From Liverpool to 'Frisco a-rovin' I went For the stay in that country it was my intent But gals and strong whiskey like other damn fools I soon was transported back to Liverpool, singin' Row, Row, bullies, row! Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow I shipped on the Alaska lying out in the bay A-waitin' for a fair wind to get under way The sailors all drunk and their backs is all sore Their whiskeys all gone and they can't get no more, singin' Row, Row, bullies, row! Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow Along comes the mate with his jacket of blue A-lookin' for work for the sailors to do It's "Ship tops'l halyards!"he loudly does roar Sayin' "Lay aloft Paddy, ye son-o'-a-whore!", singin' Row, Row, bullies, row! Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow One night off Cape Horn we were crossing the line When I think on it now we sure had a good time She was divin' bows under, her sailors all wet She was doin' twelve knots with her mainskys'l set, singin' Row, Row, bullies, row! Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow Here's a health to the Captain where'er he may be He's a friend to the sailor on land or on sea But as for our first mate, that dirty ol' brute I hope when he dies straight to hell he'll sky hoot, singin' Row, Row, bullies, row! Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow And now we've arrived at the Bramleymoor Dock Where the fair maids and lassies around us will flock Me whiskey's all gone and me six quid advance And I think it's high time for to git up and dance, singin' Row, Row, bullies, row! Them Liverpool gals they have got us in tow