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'c'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