You ramblin' boys of Liverpool, I'll have ye's beware,
When you go in a Yankee packet ship no dungarees do wear,
But have a monkey jacket all unto your command,
For there blows some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland.

Ch: We'll wash her and we'll scrub her down with holystone and sand,
And we'll bid adieu to the Virgin rocks on the Banks of Newfoundland.

We had one Lynch from Ballynahinch, Jimmy Murphy and Mike Moore;
It was in the winter of '72 those sea-boys suffered sore.
They pawned their clothes in Liverpool and sold them all out of hand,
Not thinking of the cold north winds on the Banks of Newfoundland.

We had one lady fair on board, Bridget Reilly was her name.
To her I promised marriage and on me she had a claim.
She tore up her flannel petticoats to make mittens for our hands,
For she could not see the sea-boys freeze on the Banks of Newfoundland.

Now, boys, we're off Sandy Hook, and the land's all covered with snow;
The tugboat will take our hawser and for New York we will tow,
And when we arrive at the Black Ball dock the boys and the girls will stand;
We'll bid adieu to packet-sailing and the Banks of Newfoundland.

Last Ch: We'll wash her and we'll scrub her out with holystone and sand,
For it's whilst we're here we can't be there, on the Banks of Newfoundland!

Me have got a flower boat,
Come sailing Chu-ki-ang,
Sampan girlie play to you
All the same sing-song.

Lao-yeh, you like me?
Tzia-tzia, velly good.
Foreign man to Canton come,
Me got plenty chow.

Homeside have got pidgin,
Me savvy, me can tell,
Bring me master chicken,
Chi-da, velly well.

Suppose he likee Sam-shu,
It all the same can-do,
Chop-chop me fetch him,
Big-big Da-bing-yu.

You no likee Yang-yen,
Me lightie littie pipe,
He go smokie Shang-yen,
Belong velly velly tight.

'Twas in eighteen hundreed and fifty three,
and of June the thirteenth day,
That our gallant ship her anchor weighed,
And for Greenland bore away, brave boys,
And for Greenland bore away.

The lookout in the crosstrees stood,
With his spyglass in his hand.
"There's a whale, there's a whale, there's a whalefish," he cried,
"And she blows at every span, brave boys,
And she blows at every span."

The captain stood on the quarterdeck,
And a fine little man was he.
"Overhaul! Overhaul! Let your davit-tackles fall,
And launch your boats for sea, brave boys,
And launch your boats for sea."

Now the boats were launched and the men aboard,
And the whale was in full view;
Resolv-ed was each seaman bold
To steer where the whalefish blew, brave boys,
To steer where the whalefish blew.

We struck that whale, the line paid out,
But she gave a flourish with her tail;
The boat capsized and four men were drowned,
And we never caught that whale, brave boys,
And we never caught that whale.

"To lose the boat," our captain said,
"It grieves my heart full sore;
But oh! to lose four gallant men,
It grieves me ten times more, brave boys,
It grieves me ten times more."

"The winter star doth now appear,
So, boys, we'll anchor weigh;
It's time to leave this cold country,
And homeward bear away, brave boys,
And homeward bear away."

Oh, Greenland is a dreadful place,
A land that's never green,
Where there's ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow,
And the daylight's seldom seen, brave boys,
And the daylight's seldom seen.