When first I come to Liverpool

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I went upon a spree
Me money alas, I spent it fast
Got drunk as drunk could be.
And when my money was all gone
'Twas then I wanted more
But a man must be blind to make up his mind
To go to sea once more

I spent that night with Angeline
Too drunk to roll in bed.
My watch was new and my money too
In the mornin' with'em she fled.
And as I roamed the streets about
The whores they all would roar
Here comes Jack Pratt, the poor sailor lad
He must go to sea once more.

As I was walkin' down the street
I met with Rapper Brown
I asked him for to take me in
And he looked at me with a frown.
He said, "Last time you was paid off,
With me you jobbed no score.
But I'll take your advance and I'll gives you a chance
And I'll send you to sea once more.

I hired me aboard of a whaling ship
Bound for the Arctic seas.
Where the cold winds blow,
Through the frost and snow,
and Jamaican rum would freeze.
And worse to bear I'd no hard weather gear.
For I'd lost all my money ashore.
'Twas then that I wished that I was dead
And gone to sea no more.

Some days we're catching whales me lads
And some days we're catchin' none.
With a 20 foot oar stuck in our hands
From 4 o'clock in the morn.
And when the shades of night come on
We rest on our weary oar.
'Twas then that I wished that I was dead
Or safe with the girls ashore.

Come all you bold seafarin' men
And listen to my song.
When you come off of them long trips
I'd have ya's not go wrong.
Take my advice, drink no strong drink
Don't go sleeping with no whores.
Get married me lads and have all night in
And go to sea no more.