Liverpool Packet

Ref: She’s a Liverpool packet

Oh, Lord let her go!

Bound away – ho! – Bound away – ho!

Through the ice, sleet and snow

She’s a Liverpool packet, oh lord let her go

 

At the Liverpool docks at the break of the day

I saw a flash packet bound westward away

She was bound for the westward, where the wild waters flow

She’s a Liverpool packet – Oh, Lord let her go

Ref: She’s a Liverpool packet

Oh, Lord let her go!

Bound away – ho! – Bound away – ho!

Through the ice, sleet and snow

She’s a Liverpool packet, oh lord let her go

 

Oh the time of her sailing is now drawing nigh

Stand by all you lovers we’ll wish you goodbye

With a pair of clean heels to you now we will show

She’s a Liverpool packet – Oh, Lord let ‘er go

 

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And now we’re a-leavin’ the sweet salthouse docks

All the boy and the girls on the pierhead do flock

All the boy and the girls are shouting hurrah

She’s a Liverpool packet – Oh, Lord let her go

 

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And now we’re a-waiting in the Mersey so free

A-waiting the tugboat to tow us to sea

And we’ll round the Rock Light where the salt tides do flow

She’s a Liverpool packet – Oh, Lord let her go

 

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Oh now she’s home you’re big topsails hold out you deep seas

Oh she’s home for the night boys you’ll get no damn sleep

Come aft now god damn yours,  come aft make a show

She’s a Liverpool packet – Oh, Lord let her go

 

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And now we’re a-sailin’ down the wild Irish Sea

Our passengers are merry, and their hearts full of glee

Our sailors like tigers they walk to and fro

She’s a Liverpool packet – Oh, Lord let her go

 

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And now we’re a-sailin‘ the Atlantic so wide

And the hands are now ordered to scrub the ship’s side

Now then, holystone boyos, ther bosun do blow

She’s a Liverpool packet – Oh, Lord let her go

 

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And now we are off the banks of Newfoundland

Where the bottom all fishes and fine yello’ sand

And the fishes they sing as they swim to and fro

She’s a Liverpool packet – Oh, Lord let her go

 

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And now we’re arriving in old New York town

We’re bound for the Bowery, and let sorrows drown

With our gals and our beer, me boys, we’ll let the song flow

She’s a Liverpool packet – Oh, Lord let her go

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