The Irish Rovers - Banks of Newfoundland lyrics

We'll rub her round and we'll scrub her round With holy stone and sand And we'll say farewell to the Virgin Rocks On the Banks of Newfoundland You bully boys of Belfast town I'd have you to beware When you sail on them packet ships No denim jackets wear But have a monkey jacket and cover up your hands For there blows cold Norswesters on the Banks of Newfoundland We had Joe Jynch of Ballinahinch Mike Murphy and some more I tell you boys they suffered like hell On the way to Baltimore They pawned their gear at Liverpool And sailed as they did stand And they froze to d**h up their aloft On the Banks of Newfoundland The mate he stoold on the focle head And loudly he did roar Come rattle her in me lucky lads We're bound for America's shore Come wipe the blood off that dead man's face And heave to beat the band For there blows cold Norwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland And now we're off the hook me boys And the land's all white with snow Soon we'll see the pay table and spend all nights below And to the docks they come in flocks Saying it's snugger with me Than it is at sea on the Banks of Newfoundland