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Chorus:
Oh we'll rub her round and scrub her round
With holy stone and sand
And say farewell to the virgin rocks
On the banks of Newfoundland

Oh you western ocean labourers, I would have you all beware
That when you're abound of a packet ship no dungaree jumpers wear
But have a big monkey jacket always at your command
And think of the cold nor'westers that blow on the banks of Newfoundland

Chorus

One night as I lay in my bunk a-dreaming all alone
I dreamt I was in Liverpool way up in Marylebone
With my true love there beside me and a jug of ale in hand
Then I woke broken-hearted on the banks of Newfoundland

Chorus

And we had one lynch from Ballinahinch, Jimmy Murphy and Mike Moore
‘Twas in the winter of ‘62, those sea boys suffered sore
For they sold their clothes in Liverpool and they pawned them out of hand
Not thinking of cold nor'westers that blow on the banks of Newfoundland

Chorus

And now we are off Sandy Hook, me boys and the land all covered in snow
The tugboat will take our ?? and for New York we will tow
And when we get into the Black Ball docks the boys and girls will stand
And bid adieu tout the virgin rocks on the banks of Newfoundland

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