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 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 wash 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
So now it's reef and reif, me boys
With the Canvas frozen hard
And this mountain pass every Mother's son
On a ninety foot topsail yard
Nevermind about boots and oilskins
But holler or you'll be damned
But 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
