- You bully boys of Liverpool
- And I’ll have you to 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 by’s, they suffered like hell
- on the way to Baltimore;
- They pawned their gear in Liverpool
- and they sailed as they did stand,
- But 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.
- Now the mate he stood on the fo’c’sle head
- and loudly he did roar,
- Now rattle her in me lucky lads,
- you’re bound for America’s shore;
- Come wipe the blood off that dead man’s face
- and haul or you’ll be damned,
- But 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.
- So now it’s reef and reif, me boys
- With the Canvas frozen hard
- and this mountain pass every Mother’s son
- on a ninety foot topsail yard
- nevermind about boots and oilskins
- but holler or you’ll be damned
- But 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,
- And we’ll think of them 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 whole night below;
- And on the docks, come down in flocks,
- those pretty girls will say,
- Ah, It’s snugger with me than on the sea,
- on the Banks of Newfoundland.
- [Chorus]
- 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.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Banks_of_Newfoundland