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Richard Hartlan, South East Passage, Nova Scotia, 1943
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The Banks of Newfoundland - Richard Hartlan [3:24]
AC: 2223 - MF NO: 289.31
Recorded: South East Passage, 1943. See: SBNS p. 221.
Come all you rakes and rambling boys,
I have you to beware,
It’s when you sail those packet ships,
Blue dungaree jumpers wear.
For buy your monkey-jackets, boys,
Keep them at your command,
And beware of the cold nor’westers
On the Banks of Newfoundland.
We had on board two Irish chaps,
Pat Murphy and Joe Moore.
The passage ___ the westward
Those sailors suffered sore ....
We had on board an Irish girl,
Bridget Power was her name.
On one she proved a marriage,
On one she had a claim.
She cut aLl up her underclothes
To make mittens for his hands,
Before she’d see her true love freeze
On the Banks of Newfoundland.
I had a dream the other night,
I dreamed that I was home.
I dreamed that me and my true love
Was away down Scotland Road.
I dreamed I was on Scotland Road
With a jar of ale on hand,
And when I woke my heart was broke,
On the Banks of Newfoundland.
We’ll scrub her up, we’ll scrub her down,
With holy-stone and sand,
And we’ll bid adieu to the Virgin Rocks
On the Banks of Newfoundland.
Oh, now we’re off of the west banks
Where stormy winds do blow,
And us poor sailors here on deck
To shovel off the snow.
Oh, now we’re off of Sandy Hook
Where the high land is buried in snow.
And the pilot boat ahead of us
Into New York we will go.
We’ll call for liquors merrily
With a jar of ale in hand,
And when we’re here we can’t be there
On the Banks of Newfoundland.
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