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The Banks of Newfoundland #1
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You bully boys of Liverpool I'll have you all beware
When you sail on them packet ships, no dungaree jumpers wear
But have a big monkey jacket all ready to your hand
For there blows some cold nor'westers off 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 Malnahinch, Mike Murphy and some more
I tell you well, they suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore
They pawned there gear in Liverpool and sailed as they did stand
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.

Now 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
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.

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 whole night below
And on the docks, come down in flocks, those pretty girls will say.
Ah, It's snugger with me than on the sea, on the banks of Newfoundland

####.... Francis Forbes, early 1800's ....####
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