Great Big Sea - Banks of Newfoundland lyrics
[Great Big Sea - 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
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
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