Great Big Sea Banks Of Newfoundland Lyrics

Banks Of Newfoundland Lyrics

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,

Those pretty girls will say

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

For there blows some cold nor'westers 

On the banks of
Newfoundland