Banks Of Newfoundland Lyrics - Fortune's Favour - Great Big Sea

You 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'll tell you boys, well they suffered like hell 

On the way to Baltimore 

They pawned their gear in Liverpool 

And they 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 

Now rattle her in me, lucky lads 

You're bound for America's shore 

Come, 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 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, coming down in flocks 

Well, those pretty girls, they will say 

It's snugger with me than 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