The Banks O Newfnland

Interesting Facts about The Banks O Newfnland

“The Banks O Newfnland” as described by Stan Hugill, capstan shanty comes from his friend “Scottie” of Port Adelaide. He tells to Hugill that he heard this song when young sung at the capstan with all the twiddles and quavers seamen of the old school would adorn this type of song with.
The song will be reconstructed by myself as the Capstan Shanty.

The source of this sea shanty

The music: “Shanties from the Seven Seas” by Stan Hugill (1st ed p 412).
The lyrics: “Shanties from the Seven Seas” by Stan Hugill (1st ed p 412).

The Record of The Banks O Newfnland

You also can find this record on my YouTube channel here or directly listen below. Additionally, if you want to share your opinion about the record or share your opinion you can do it in my Facebook forum here, or leave a comment at the bottom of this blog article.

The Banks O Newfnland - Capstan Shanty

The musical notation

The Banks O Newfnland - music notation

The full lyrics

The Banks O Newfnland

Ye ramblin’ boys o’ Liverpool, Ye sailorman beware,
when jiz go in a Yankee pocket ship, no dungaree jumpers wear,
Buut have a monkey jacket all up to your command,
For there blown some cold nor’-westers on the Banks of Newf’nland,

– We’ll wash her an’ we’ll scrub ‘er down, wid holystone an’ sand,
– An’ we’ll bid adieu to the Virgin Rocks an’ the Banks o’ Newf’n’land.

* 2 *

We had one Lynch from Ballynahinch, Spud Murphy an’ Paddy Malone.
‘Twas in the winter of seventy-three those sea-boys suffered sore,
They popped their clothes in Liverpool, sold them all out of hand,
Not thinkin’ of the cold nor’winds on the Banks o’ Newf’n’land.

* 3 *

We had a lady fair aboard, Bridget Reilly wuz ‘er name,
To her I promised marriage an’ on me she had a claim.
She tore up her red flannel petticoats, me bhoys, to make mittens for our hands,
For she could not see them sea-boys freeze, on the Banks o’ Newf’n’land.

* 4 *

I dreamt a dream the other night, an’ t’ought I wuz at home,
I dreamt that me an’ my Judee, wuz back in Dublin Town,
We both wuz in the ale-house wi’ a jug o’ beer in hand,
But when I woke I found no jokes on the Banks o’ Newf’n’land.

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