This time a bold young man, from the banks of the bann
Not eighteen years ago
Well he sucked up lies and spared goodbyes
And sailed to meet the fold
Well, I know the maids of amsterdam
As fair as they can be
But none holds fame
In body or name
To the arms of judy lee
Go!
Say nothing me boys, our smoke and our noise
Will be their black abyss
At the battle of old st. Vincent, boys
Says: Aye, to fuck with this!
Well I know the girls of westford town
As fair as they can be
But none holds fame
In body or name
To the arms of Judy Lee
Oh, where is Angelina?
Oh, where is bloody Judy Lee?
From Milan to Argentina
It's a rambler's life for me!
See you look here, the navy has come!
A woman, taken by me
There's more in the clench of a fair young wench
Than a life of gallantry
Well I know the maids of amsterdam
As fair as they can be
But none holds fame
In body or name
To the arms of Judy Lee
Oh, where is Angelina?
Oh, where is bloody Judy Lee?
From Milan to Argentina
It's a rambler's life for me
Right!
Go!
This time a bold young man, from the banks of the bann
Not eighteen years ago
Well he sucked up lies and spared goodbyes
And sailed to meet the fold
Well, I know the maids of Amsterdam
As fair as they can be
But none holds fame
In body or name
To the arms of Judy Lee
Oh, where is Angelina?
Oh, where is bloody Judy Lee?
From Milan to Argentina
It's a rambler's life for me!
Oh!
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