¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[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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