Banks of Newfoundland - The Longest Johns

Me bully boys of Liverpool I’ll have you to beware

When you sail in them packet ships no dungaree jumpers wear;

But have a good monkey jacket all ready to your hand

For there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland

We’ll scrape her and we’ll scrub her, with holystone and sand

For there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland

Well we had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch, Mike Murphy and some more

And I tell you well, they suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore;

(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 holystone and sand

For there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland

Well the mate he stood 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;

(America's shore!)

Come wipe the blood off that 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 holystone and sand

For there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland

And now it’s reef and reif, me boys, with the canvas frozen hard

At each mountain pass every mother’s son on a ninety-foot tops’l yard;

(Tops'l yard!)

Never mind about boots or oilskins, but haul or you’ll be damned;

(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 holystone and sand

For there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland

And now we’re off the hook, me boys, and the land is white with snow

And soon we’ll see that paytable and we’ll spend the whole night below;

(Night below!)

And on the docks, come down in flocks, them pretty girls will say

Well it’s snugger with me than on the sea, on the Banks of Newfoundland

We’ll scrape her and we’ll scrub her, with holystone and sand

For there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland

We’ll scrape her and we’ll scrub her, with holystone and sand

For there blow some cold nor’westers on the Banks of Newfoundland