Banks of Newfoundland

Me 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 blows some cold nor'westers

On the banks of Newfoundland

Chorus:

We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her

With holy stone and sand

For there blows some cold nor'westers

On the banks of Newfoundland

We had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch

Mike Murphy and some more

And I tell you boys, they suffered like hell

On the way to Baltimore

They pawned there gear in Liverpool

And sailed as they did stand

But there blow some cold nor'westers

On the banks of Newfoundland

Chorus:

We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her

With holy stone and sand

For there blows some cold nor'westers

On the banks of Newfoundland

Now the mate he did stand on the fo'see'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

Chorus:

We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her

With holy stone and sand

For there blows some cold nor'westers

On the banks of Newfoundland

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, comin down in flocks,

Well, those pretty girls they will say

It?s snugger with me than out on the sea,

On the banks of Newfoundland

Chorus:

We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her

With holy stone and sand

For there blows some cold nor'westers

On the banks of Newfoundland