This one is similar to DT#1, DT#3 and Alan's or rather Penguin's. Notice how the proper names change (Dick always warns us not to search for songs by proper names because both the names and the spellings frequently change). This text is from "Songs and Ballads of Nova Scotia" by Helen Creighton.

BANKS OF NEWFOUNDLAND

Come all you rakes and rambling boys,
I have you to beware,
It's when you sail those packet ships
Blue dungaree jumpers wear.
But buy your monkey-jackets, boys,
Keep them at your command,
And beware the cold nor'wester
On the Banks of Newfoundland.

We had on board two Irish chaps,
Pat Murphy and Joe Moore.
The passage to the westward
Those sailors suffered sore.
They pawned their clothes in Liverpool
And sold right our of hand,
Not thinking of the cold nor'wester
On the Banks of Newfoundland.

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 up all her underclothes
To make mittens for his hands,
Before she'd see her true love free (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 Marabone.
I dreamed I was on Scotland Road
With a jar of ale on hand,
But 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 find sand,
And bid adieu to the Virgin Rocks
On the Banks of Newfoundland.

Oh, now we're off of Sandy Hook
Where the Highlands are buried in snow,
And the pilot boat ahead of us,
Into New York we will go.
We'll call for liquor merrily
With a jar of ale in hand,
And when we're here we can't be there
On the Banks of Newfoundland.

rich r ^^