The Banks of Newfoundland

"The Banks Of Newfoundland" is the earliest Newfoundland composition set down in music notation. It was composed by Chief Justice Francis Forbes in 1820 and published in a piano arrangement by Oliver Ditson of Boston.Originally composed as a dance, it was treated as a march by the soldiers of The Royal Newfoundland Regiment during World War I; it later became the Regiment's authorized march.

It has also been associated with the Royal St. John's Regatta since its early days. As a Regatta song it is more popularly known as "Up The Pond", and is traditionally played as the crews pass the bandstand on their return to the stakes. It was later made the official song of the Regatta.

Lyrics

THE BANKS OF NEWFOUNDLAND

:You bully boys of Liverpool:I'll have you to beware,:When you sail on them packet ships,:no dungaree jumpers wear;:But have a big monkey jacket:all ready to your hand,:For there blows some cold nor'westers:on the Banks of Newfoundland.

:"We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her:"with holy stone and sand,:"And we'll think of them cold nor'westers:"on the Banks of Newfoundland.

:There was Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch,:Mike Murphy and some more,:I tell you well, they suffered like hell:on the way to Baltimore;:They pawned their gear in Liverpool:and they sailed as they did stand,:And there blow some cold nor'westers:on the Banks of Newfoundland.

:"We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her:"with holy stone and sand,:"And we'll think of them cold nor'westers:"on the Banks of Newfoundland.

:Now the mate he stood on the fo'c'sle head:and loudly he did roar,:Now rattle her in me lucky lads,:you're bound for America's shore;:Go wash the blood off that dead man's face:and haul or you'll be damned,:But there blows some cold nor'westers:on the Banks of Newfoundland.

:"We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her:"with holy stone and sand,:"And we'll think of them cold nor'westers:"on the Banks of Newfoundland.

:So now it's reef and reif, me boys:With the Canvas frozen hard:and this mountain pass every Mother's son:on a ninety foot topsail yard :nevermind about boots and oilskins:but holler or you'll be damned:But there blows some cold nor'westers:on the Banks of Newfoundland.

:"We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her:"with holy stone and sand,:"And we'll think of them cold nor'westers:"on the Banks of Newfoundland.

:So now we're off the hook, me boys,:and the land is white with snow,:And soon we'll see the pay table:and we'll spend the whole night below;:And on the docks, come down in flocks,:those pretty girls will say,:Ah, It's snugger with me than on the sea,:on the Banks of Newfoundland.

:"We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her:"with holy stone and sand,:"And we'll think of them cold nor'westers:"on the Banks of Newfoundland.

ee also

* List of Newfoundland songs