Banks of Newfoundland - Great Big Sea

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

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 their gear in Liverpool

And sailed as they did stand

But there blow some cold nor’westers

On the banks of Newfoundland

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

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

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