Meanwhile, from Basil Lubbock's "The Western Ocean Packets" (1921), pp. 98-99:

"Thus the Liverpool crimps found themselves compelled to palm off landsmen on the Yankee skippers. The methods of one of the best known, Paddy West, are told in a famous chanty:

                As I was walking down Great Howard Street,
                I walked into Paddy West's house.
                He gave me a plate of American hash
                And sore it was English scouse.
                Says he, 'Come here, young fellow,
                For now you're just in time
                To go away in a clipper ship
                And very soon you'll sign.'

Having given him a taste of sea-hash, he next put him into a sailor's jumper. The tyro 'twas then ready for the bucket of salt water, which was upset over him by Paddy's cook, a certain notorious Mrs. Waters. This was the 'cold nor'wester' in the old chorus.

                Put on your dungaree jacket,
                And give the boys a rest,
                And think of the cold nor'wester
                You had down at Paddy West's.

A huge bullock's horn was next placed on the table, and round this the budding sailor had to walk three times. Then, indeed, his deep-water experience was complete; he was in a position to say that he had eaten sea-fare, had had the spray of a cold nor'wester down his back, and had been three times round the horn. It was a simple little comedy, and one can hardly imagine a gimlet-eyed Yankee ever being taken in by it."