Banks of Newfoundland Lyrics

Ye 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 blow some cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland
We'll scr*pe her and we'll scrub her,With holy stone and sand
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland
We had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch,Mike Murphy and some more
an' I tell you b'ys, well they suffered like hell on their way to Baltimore
They pawned their gear in Liverpool and they sailed as they did stand
But there blow some cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland
We'll scr*pe her and we'll scrub her,With holy stone and sand
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland
Now the mate he did stand on the foc'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 scr*pe her and we'll scrub her,With holy stone and sand
For there blow 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, come down in flocks, why,those pretty girls will say
"It's snugger with me then out on the sea, on the banks of Newfoundland!"
We'll scr*pe her and we'll scrub her,With holy stone and sand
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland
We'll scr*pe her and we'll scrub her,With holy stone and sand
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland