Am                           G           Am
Me bully boys of Liverpool I'll have you to beware
     Am                                 G              Am
When you sail in them packet ships no dungaree jumpers wear
    C                  Am         C             G
But have a good monkey jacket all ready to your hand
          Am                                G                Am
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland


[Chorus]
      C                    Am              C             G
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her, with holystone and sand
          Am                                G                Am
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland


[Verse 2]
        Am                                     G               Am
Well we had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch, Mike Murphy and some more
      Am                                            G           Am
And I tell you well, they suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore (To Baltimore!)
     C                    Am             C                  G
They pawned their gear in Liverpool, and sailed as they did stand
          Am                                G                Am
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland


[Chorus]
      C                    Am              C             G
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her, with holystone and sand
          Am                                G                Am
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland


[Verse 3]
         Am                            G                      Am
Well the mate he stood on the fo'c'sle head and loudly he did roar
     Am                                   G                   Am
Come rattle her in, me lucky lads, you're bound for America's shore (America's shore!)
     C                       Am                   C                 G
Come wipe the blood off that dead man's face, and haul or you'll be damned
          Am                                G                Am
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland


[Chorus]
      C                    Am              C             G
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her, with holystone and sand
          Am                                G                Am
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland


[Verse 4]
    Am                                        G             Am
And now it's reef and reif, me boys, with the canvas frozen hard
        Am                                    G                  Am
At each mountain pass every mother's son on a ninety-foot tops'l yard (Tops'l yard!)
      C                   Am            C                 G
Never mind about boots or oilskins, but haul or you'll be damned (Haul or you'll be damned!)
          Am                                G                Am
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland


[Chorus]
      C                    Am              C             G
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her, with holystone and sand
          Am                                G                Am
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland


[Verse 5]
    Am                                       G                  Am
And now we're off the hook, me boys, and the land is white with snow
    Am                                     G                     Am
And soon we'll see that paytable and we'll spend the whole night below (Night below!)
    C                   Am                  C                 G
And on the docks, come down in flocks, them pretty girls will say
          Am                                      G                Am
Well it's snugger with me than on the sea, on the Banks of Newfoundland


[Outro]
      C                    Am              C             G
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her, with holystone and sand
          Am                                G                Am
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland
      C                    Am              C             G
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her, with holystone and sand
          Am                                G                Am
For there blow some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland