Banks of Newfoundland Songtext
von The Punters

Oh you rambling boys of pleasure I′ll have you to beware
Don't ever go on a Yankee ship or dungeon jumpers wear
But keep your monkey jacket always at your command
And beware of the cold northwesters on the Banks of Newfoundland

Our captain, he was a Yankee, the first mate was the same
Our second mate was an Irish boy from Limerick County came
And all the rest were Irish boys, they came from Paddy′s land
Only four and five of the seamen belonged to Newfoundland


Oh we had a female kind aboard, Bridget Welsh it was her name
And to her I promised marriage and to me she had a claim
She tore her crimson petticoat to make mittens for my hands
Saying I can't have my true love freezing on the banks of Newfoundland

Last night as I lay on my bed I had a pleasant dream
I dreamt I was in Liverpool sitting down in a grassy field
With a comely maid beside me and a draught of beer in hand
I woke so brokenhearted on the banks of Newfoundland

So boys drink up your glasses and merrily we'll go ′round
And we′ll drink a health to those boys and girls from Liverpool town
So boys drink up your glasses and merrily we'll go ′round
And we'll drink a health to those boys and girls from Liverpool town