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| Ye | bully boys of Liverpool, and I'll h | ave you all b | eware |
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| W | hen you sail on them packet ships,no d | ungaree jackets | wear |
| C | Am | C | G | |
| But h | ave a big monkey j | acket all r | eady to your | hand |
| Am | G | Am | |
| For there b | low some cold nor'westers on the | banks of Newfound | land |
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| C | Am | C | G | |
| We'll | scrape her and we'll | scrub her,With | holy stone and s | and |
| Am | G | Am | |
| For there b | low some cold nor'westers on the | banks of Newfo | undland |
| We had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch,Mike Murphy and some more |
| an' I tell you b'ys, well they suffered like hell |
| on their way to Baltimore |
| They pawned their gear in Liverpool |
| and they sailed as they did stand |
| But there blow some cold nor'westers |
| on the banks of Newfoundland |
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| Now the mate he did stand on the foc'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 |
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| 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, come down in flocks, |
| why,those pretty girls will say |
| "It's snugger with me then out on the sea, |
| on the banks of Newfoundland!" |
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