The Banks Of Newfoundland (2)

Me bully boys of Liverpool
I’ll have you to beware
When you sail in the packet ship
No dungaree jumpers wear
But have a big monkey jacket
All ready to your hand
For there blows some cold nor’westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

We’ll scrape her and we’ll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
And we’ll think of them cold nor’westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

There was Jack Lynch from Ballinahinch
Mike Murphy and some more
I tell you well, they suffered like hell
On the way to Baltimore
They pawned there gear in Liverpool
And they sailed as they did stand
And there blows some cold nor’westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

We’ll scrape her and we’ll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
And we’ll think of them cold nor’westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

The mate he stood on the fo’c’sle head
And loudly he did roar
Now rattle her in me lucky lads
We’re bound for America’s shore
Go wash the mud off that dead man’s face
And heave to beat the band
For there blow some cold nor’westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

We’ll scrape her and we’ll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
And we’ll think of them cold nor’westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

So now it’s reef and reef, me boys
With the canvas frozen hard
And it’s mount and pass every mother’s son
On a ninety-foot tops’l yard
Never mind about boots and oilskins
But haul or you’ll be damned!
For there blows some cold nor’westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

We’ll scrape her and we’ll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
And we’ll think of them cold nor’westers
On the banks of Newfoundland

And now we’re off the Hook, me boys
And the land’s all white with snow
But soon we’ll see the pay table
And have all night below
And on the docks come down in flocks
Them pretty girls will stand
Sayin’: “It’s snugger with me than it is at sea
On the banks of Newfoundland”

So we’ll scrape her and we’ll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
For while we’re here, we can’t be there
On the banks of Newfoundland