Me bully boys of Liverpool
I'd have you to beware
When you sail in a package ship
No dungaree jumpers 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
And we'll think of them cold
Nor 'westers on the banks
of Newfoundland
There was Jack Lynch from Ballina Hinch,
Mike Murphy an d some more
I tell you, well, they suffered like hell
on the way to Baltimore
They'd pawned their gear in Liverpool,
and they sailed as they did stand
And their blowsome cold
Nor 'westers on the banks
of Newfoundland
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
with holy stone and sand
And we'll think of them cold
Nor 'westers on the banks
of Newfoundland
The maidies stood
and the folks led
and loudly did roar
Now rattle their enemy,
lucky lads,
we're bound for America's shore
Go wash the mud off that
dead man's face
and heave to beat the band
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
And we'll finger them cold
Nor 'westers on the banks
of Newfoundland
So now it's reef and reef, me boys,
with the canvas frozen hard
And it's mountain pass every
mother's son
on a 90 -foot topsoil yad
Never mind about boots
and oil skins,
but holler you'll be damned
Father blows some cold
Nor 'wester's on the banks
of Newfoundland
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
and we'll think of them cold
Nor 'wester's on the
banks of Newfoundland
And now we're off the hook, me boys,
and the land's all white with snow
But soon we'll see the pay table
end up all night below
And on the docks come
down in flocks
them pretty girls will stand
Saying it's snugger with me
than it is at sea
on the banks of Newfoundland
So we'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
For while we're here we can be there
On the banks of Newfoundland