Me bully boys of Liverpool Ill have you to beware,
When you sail in them packet ships no dungaree jumpers wear
But have a good monkey jacket all ready to your hand,
For there blow some cold norwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland
Well scrape her and well scrub her, with holystone and sand,
For there blow some cold norwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland
Well we had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch, Mike Murphy and some more,
And I tell you well,
They suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore To Baltimore!
They pawned their gear in Liverpool, and sailed as they did stand,
But there blow some cold norwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland
Well the mate he stood on the focsle head and loudly he did roar,
Come rattle her in, me lucky lads,
Youre bound for Americas shore Americas shore!
Come wipe the blood off that dead
Mans face, and haul or youll be damned,
For there blow some cold norwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland
Well scrape her and well scrub her, with holystone and sand,
For there blow some cold norwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland
And now its reef and reif, me boys, with the canvas frozen hard,
At each mountain pass every mothers son
On a ninety-foot topsl yard Topsl yard!
Never mind about boots and oilskins,
But haul or youll be damnedHaul or youll be damned!
For there blow some cold norwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland.
Well scrape her and well scrub her, with holystone and sand,
For there blow some cold norwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland
And now were off the hook, me boys, and the land is white with snow,
And soon well see the paytable and well
Spend the whole night below Night below!
And on the docks, come down in flocks, those pretty girls will say,
Well its snugger with me than on
The sea, on the Banks of Newfoundland.
Well scrape her and well scrub her, with holystone and sand,
For there blow some cold norwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland
Well scrape her and well scrub her, with holystone and sand,
For there blow some cold norwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland