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