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O you Western Ocean labourers,

I 'll have you all beware,

When you’re working on a packet-ship,

No dungaree oil skins wear,

But have you a big monkey jacket

Already at your command,

you 'll bid fareweel to the Virgin Rocks

On the Banks of the Newfoundland.

As I lay on my bunk one night

A-dreaming all alone,

I dreamt I was in Liverpool,

'Way up by Marylebone,

With my true love there beside of me,

And a jug of ale in my hand,

But I woke quite brokenhearted boys

On the Banks of Newfoundland.

We will rub around

and scrub around

wi’holy stone and sand

and we’ll bid fareweel to the Virgin Rocks

on te banks of Newfoundland

We had one female passenger,

Bridget Riley was her name,

she was fourteen years transported boys

for playing not the game

But she tore up her flannel petticoats

To make mittens for our hands,

For she couldn’t see the poor boys freeze

On the Banks of Newfoundland.

We will rub around

and scrub around

wi’holy stone and sand

and we’ll bid fareweel to the Virgin Rocks

on te banks of newfoundland

And now we’re off Sandy Hook, my boys,

And the ground all covered with snow.

The tug-boat take up our hawser

And for New York we will tow;

And when we get to the Black Ball dock,

All the boys and girls there will stand,

for if we are here we cannot be there

on the Banks of Newfoundland.

We will rub around

and scrub around

wi’holy stone and sand

and we’ll bid fareweel to the Virgin Rocks

on te banks of Newfoundland

We will rub around

and scrub around

wi’holy stone and sand

and we’ll bid fareweel to the Virgin Rocks

on te banks of Newfoundland

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