The Longest Johns - Banks of Newfoundland

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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