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