Banks Of Newfoundland

Far from the billows and the waves that round poor sailors roar

O little we knew the hardships that we were obliged to stand

For fourteen days and fourteen nights on the Banks of Newfoundland

Our good ship never crossed before these stormy western waves

And the raging sea came down on us and soon beat in her stays

She being of green unseasoned wood and little could she stand

When the hurricane came down on us on the Banks of Newfoundland

We were starved and frozen with the cold when we sailed from old Québec

And every now and then we were obliged to walk the deck

We being all hardy Irishmen and our vessel did well man