Banks Of Newfoundland

1. Ye bully boys of Liverpool, and I'll have you all beware

When you sail on them packet ships, no dungaree jackets wear

But have a big monkey jacket all ready to your hand

For there blow some cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland

R: We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her, with holy stone and sand

For there blow some cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland

2. We had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch, Mike Murphy and some more

an' I tell you b’ys, well they suffered like hell

on their way to Baltimore

They pawned their gear in Liverpool

and they sailed as they did stand

But there blow some cold nor'westers

on the banks of Newfoundland

R: We'll scrape her...

3. Now the mate he did stand on the foc'sle head

and loudly he did roar

"Come rattle her in me lucky lads,

You're bound for America's shore.

Come wipe the blood off the dead man's face

And haul or you'll be damned!"

For there blow some cold nor'westers

on the banks of Newfoundland

R: We'll scrape her...

4. So now we're off the hook me boys,

and the land is white with snow

and soon we'll see the pay table

and we'll spend the night below

And on the docks, come down in flocks,

why,those pretty girls will say

"It's snugger with me then out on the sea,

on the banks of Newfoundland!"

R: We'll scrape her...