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      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      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 wipe 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      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      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, comin down in flocks,   Well, those pretty girls they will say   It’s snugger with me than out on the sea,   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