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Seán Dagher's Shanty of the Week 42 Banks of Newfoundland

T-SHIRTS !!!! https://seandagher.bandcamp.com/merch https://www.buymeacoffee.com/seandagher You can get the songs at https://seandagher.bandcamp.com/releases. You can support the Shanty of the Week at   / seandagher   Thanks to Patreon supporters Dennis Wiscount, Arcspell, Vlad Nica, Kristian Brabander, Barbara & Stuart Robertson, Andrew DeVore, Tyler Sugg, Thatbrandude, John, Erik Twombly, Cooper Chassé, Élise Gravel, Maeve Haldane, Adrian Castellanos, Andy Jurik, Marie-Christine Vinet, Anonymous, Charles Barbieri, Andrew Depres, Matt Werner, Aresthor, Graham Greve, Tom Liacas, Robert Nunn, Cameron Cole, Elin Soderstrom, Dirk Hausmaninger, Casey Collins, Sam Hodgson, David Sinclair, Avita Amoeba, Josh Joseph, Kalkail, Garrett Whisenhunt, Gabriel Mainville, Jiri S., Vincent Houghtaling, Bill McMahon, Mirko Failoni, ove myltonee, Ryan Sheehy, A Socialist Hobgoblin, Jerry Bryant, emielieo0, and Astrokurtis. https://bit.ly/DonationSOTW   / discord   0:00 Intro 0:13 Opening Theme 0:23 Presentation 0:45 Voice-over experiment 1:51 The song 4:48 Acknowledgements 5:08 Closing Theme (More of Flora) Banks of Newfoundland - Lyrics 1. You rambling boys of Liverpool, you sailor men beware. When you sail aboard a Yankee ship, no dungaree jumpers wear. But have a monkey jacket, and keep it close at hand. For there blows the same old north west wind on the banks of Newfoundland. Chorus: We'll wash her and we'll scrub her down, with holy stone and sand, We'll let the flag at the gangway fly on the Banks of Newfoundland. 2. There was old man Lynch from Ballynahinch, Paddy Donelly and John Moore. Twas in the winter of seventy three, those seaboys sufferred sore. They pawned their clothes in Liverpool, they sold them out of hand. Not thinking of the cold north wind on the banks of Newfoundland. 3. I dreant a dream the other night, I thought I was at home. I dreamt that I was with my girl back homoe in Dublin Town. A jug of ale beside me, and another in my at hand. And when I awoke my heart was broke on the Banks of Newfoundland.