Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
You bully boys of Liverpool
And I'll have you all beware
When you sail on them packet ships
No dungaree jackets wearBut have a big monkey jacket
All ready to your hand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the Banks of NewfoundlandWe'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the Banks of NewfoundlandWe had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch
Mike Murphy and some more
And I'll tell you boys, well they suffered like hell
On the way to BaltimoreThey pawned their gear in Liverpool
And they sailed as they did stand
But there blow some cold nor'westers
On the Banks of NewfoundlandWe'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the Banks of NewfoundlandNow the mate, he did stand on the fo'c'sle head
And loudly he did roar
Now rattle her in me, lucky lads
You're bound for America's shoreCome, wipe the blood off that dead man's face
And haul or you'll be damned
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the Banks of NewfoundlandWe'll scrape her and we'll scrub her
With holy stone and sand
For there blows some cold nor'westers
On the Banks of NewfoundlandSo 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 belowAnd on the docks, coming down in flocks
Well, those pretty girls, they will say
It's snugger with me than on the sea
On the Banks of NewfoundlandWe'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