Banks of Newfoundland

You Western Ocean laborers, I'll have you all beware

When you're working on a packet-ship, no dungaree oil skins wear

But have a big monkey jacket already at your command

And we'll bid farewell to the virgin rocks

On the banks of the Newfoundland

We will rub around and scrub around

With holy stone and sand

And we'll bid farewell to the virgin rocks

On the banks of the Newfoundland

As I lay on my bunk one night a-dreaming all alone

I dreamt I was in Liverpool, way up by Marylebone

With my true love there beside of me, and a jug of ale in my hand

Ah, but I woke quite brokenhearted by the banks of Newfoundland

We will rub around and scrub around

With holy stone and sand

And we'll bid farewell to the virgin rocks

On the banks of the Newfoundland

We had one female passenger, Bridget Riley was her name

She was fourteen years transported boys for playing, not the game

But she tore up her flannel petticoats to make mittens for our hands

For she could not see the poor boys freeze on the banks of Newfoundland

We will rub around and scrub around

With holy stone and sand

And we'll bid farewell to the virgin rocks

On the banks of the Newfoundland

And we're off Sandy Hook

And the boys and the land is all covered with snow

And the tug-boat take up our hawser, and for New York time will tow

And when we get to the Black Ball dock

All the boys and the girls there will stand

For if we are here, we cannot be there on the banks of Newfoundland

We will rub around and scrub around

With holy stone and sand

And we'll bid farewell to the virgin rocks

On the banks of the Newfoundland

We will rub around and scrub around

With holy stone and sand

And we'll bid farewell to the virgin rocks

On the banks of the Newfoundland