Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Verse]
Am G Am
O you Western Ocean labourers I would have you all beware,
Am G Am
That when you're aboard of a packet-ship, no dungaree jumpers wear,
C Am C G
But have a big monkey jacket always at your command,
Am G Am
And think of the cold Northwesters on the Banks of the Newfoundland.
[Chorus]
Am
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round
Am G
With holystone and sand,
Am
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks
Am G Am
On the Banks of the Newfoundland.
[Verse]
Am G Am
As I lay in my bunk one night, a-dreaming all alone,
Am G Am
I dreamt I was in Liverpool, 'way up in Marylebone,
C Am C G
With my true love beside of me and a jug of ale in hand,
Am G Am
When I woke quite broken-hearted on the Banks of Newfoundland.
[Chorus]
Am
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round
Am G
With holystone and sand,
Am
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks
Am G Am
On the Banks of the Newfoundland.
[Verse]
Am G Am
We had one Lynch from Ballinahinch, Jimmy Murphy and Mike Moore;
Am G Am
It was in the winter of sixty-two, those sea-boys suffered sore,
C Am C G
For they'd pawned their clothes in Liverpool and sold them out of hand,
Am G Am
Not thinking of the cold Northwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland.
[Chorus]
Am
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round
Am G
With holystone and sand,
Am
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks
Am G Am
On the Banks of the Newfoundland.
[Verse]
Am G Am
We had one female passenger, Bridget Reilly was her name,
Am G Am
To her I promised marriage and on me she had a claim.
C Am C G
She tore up her flannel petticoats to make mittens for our hands,
Am G Am
For she couldn't see the sea-boys freeze on the Banks of Newfoundland.
[Chorus]
Am
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round
Am G
With holystone and sand,
Am
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks
Am G Am
On the Banks of the Newfoundland.
[Verse]
Am G Am
And now we're off Sandy Hook, my boys, and the land's all covered with snow.
Am G Am
The tug-boat will take our hawser and for New York we will tow;
C Am C G
And when we arrive at the Black Ball dock the boys and girls will stand,
Am G Am
We'll bid adieu to the packet-ships and the Banks of Newfoundland
[Chorus]
Am
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round
Am G
With holystone and sand,
Am
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks
Am G Am
On the Banks of the Newfoundland.
Am G Am
O you Western Ocean labourers I would have you all beware,
Am G Am
That when you're aboard of a packet-ship, no dungaree jumpers wear,
C Am C G
But have a big monkey jacket always at your command,
Am G Am
And think of the cold Northwesters on the Banks of the Newfoundland.
[Chorus]
Am
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round
Am G
With holystone and sand,
Am
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks
Am G Am
On the Banks of the Newfoundland.
[Verse]
Am G Am
As I lay in my bunk one night, a-dreaming all alone,
Am G Am
I dreamt I was in Liverpool, 'way up in Marylebone,
C Am C G
With my true love beside of me and a jug of ale in hand,
Am G Am
When I woke quite broken-hearted on the Banks of Newfoundland.
[Chorus]
Am
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round
Am G
With holystone and sand,
Am
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks
Am G Am
On the Banks of the Newfoundland.
[Verse]
Am G Am
We had one Lynch from Ballinahinch, Jimmy Murphy and Mike Moore;
Am G Am
It was in the winter of sixty-two, those sea-boys suffered sore,
C Am C G
For they'd pawned their clothes in Liverpool and sold them out of hand,
Am G Am
Not thinking of the cold Northwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland.
[Chorus]
Am
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round
Am G
With holystone and sand,
Am
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks
Am G Am
On the Banks of the Newfoundland.
[Verse]
Am G Am
We had one female passenger, Bridget Reilly was her name,
Am G Am
To her I promised marriage and on me she had a claim.
C Am C G
She tore up her flannel petticoats to make mittens for our hands,
Am G Am
For she couldn't see the sea-boys freeze on the Banks of Newfoundland.
[Chorus]
Am
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round
Am G
With holystone and sand,
Am
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks
Am G Am
On the Banks of the Newfoundland.
[Verse]
Am G Am
And now we're off Sandy Hook, my boys, and the land's all covered with snow.
Am G Am
The tug-boat will take our hawser and for New York we will tow;
C Am C G
And when we arrive at the Black Ball dock the boys and girls will stand,
Am G Am
We'll bid adieu to the packet-ships and the Banks of Newfoundland
[Chorus]
Am
So we'll rub her round and scrub her round
Am G
With holystone and sand,
Am
And say farewell to the Virgin Rocks
Am G Am
On the Banks of the Newfoundland.
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