Ye ramblin' b'ys of pleasure,
I'll have you to beware,
Don't never go sailing in a Yankee ship,
nor dungeon jumpers wear;
But have your monkey jackets
always at your command,
Beware of the cold nor'westerns
on the Banks of Newfoundland.
So, b'ys, fill out your glasses
and merrily they'll go around,
We'll drink a health to the b'ys
and girls from Liverpool town.
Our captain being a Yankee,
our first mate was the same,
Our second mate an Irishman
from Limerick town he came;
And all the rest were Irish b'ys,
they came from Patty's land,
Only four or five of us seamen
belonged to Newfoundland.
So, b'ys, fill out your glasses
and merrily they'll go around,
We'll drink a health to the b'ys
and girls from Liverpool town.
We had a female kind on board,
Brigett Walsh it was her name,
To her I promised marriage,
on me she had a claim;
She told her friend in Petty Cove
to make mittens for my hands,
Saying, "I cannot see my true love freeze
on the Banks of Newfoundland."
So, b'ys, fill out your glasses
and merrily they'll go around,
We'll drink a health to the b'ys
and girls from Liverpool town.
One night as I lay on my bed
I had a pleasant dream,
I dreamt I was in Liverpool
way down in City Peel,
With a comely maiden beside me
and a jug of beer in hand,
But I woke quite broken-hearted
on the Banks of Newfoundland.
So, b'ys, fill out your glasses
and merrily they'll go around,
We'll drink a health to the b'ys
and girls from Liverpool town.
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