Chords for Great Big Sea - The Banks of Newfoundland
Tempo:
124 bpm
Chords used:
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Three, two
You bully boys of Liverpool, and I'll have you all beware.
If you go on them package ships, no dungaree jackets wear.
And have a big monkey jacket all ready for the stand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with [G] holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the [N] banks of Newfoundland.
We had Jack Hinch from Ballon, a Hinch, Mike Murphy and some more.
Well I'll tell you boys, they suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore.
They'd pawned their gear in Liverpool and they sailed as they did stand.
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.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
The mate he stood at the folks' old voice, and loudly he did roar.
Come rattler in, you bully boys, we're bound for America's shore.
And keep the blood off the dead man's face, and hotter you'll be damned.
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.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
And now we're off to hook me boys, and the hills are covered in snow.
And now we'll see the pay table, and we'll spend our time below.
And on the docks coming down in flux, well those pretty girls they will say.
It's warmer with me down out on the sea on the banks of Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of [G] Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor [N]'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
You bully boys of Liverpool, and I'll have you all beware.
If you go on them package ships, no dungaree jackets wear.
And have a big monkey jacket all ready for the stand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with [G] holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the [N] banks of Newfoundland.
We had Jack Hinch from Ballon, a Hinch, Mike Murphy and some more.
Well I'll tell you boys, they suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore.
They'd pawned their gear in Liverpool and they sailed as they did stand.
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.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
The mate he stood at the folks' old voice, and loudly he did roar.
Come rattler in, you bully boys, we're bound for America's shore.
And keep the blood off the dead man's face, and hotter you'll be damned.
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.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
And now we're off to hook me boys, and the hills are covered in snow.
And now we'll see the pay table, and we'll spend our time below.
And on the docks coming down in flux, well those pretty girls they will say.
It's warmer with me down out on the sea on the banks of Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of [G] Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor [N]'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
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Three, _ _ _ _ two_
You bully boys of Liverpool, and I'll have you all beware.
If you go on them package ships, no dungaree jackets wear.
And have a big monkey jacket all ready for the stand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with [G] holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the [N] banks of _ Newfoundland.
We had Jack Hinch from Ballon, a Hinch, Mike Murphy and some more.
Well I'll tell you boys, they suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore.
They'd pawned their gear in Liverpool and they sailed as they did stand.
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.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
The mate he stood at the folks' old voice, and loudly he did roar.
Come rattler in, you bully boys, we're bound for America's shore.
And keep the blood off the dead man's face, and hotter you'll be damned.
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.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
And now we're off to hook me boys, and the hills are covered in snow.
And now we'll see the pay table, and we'll spend our time below.
And on the docks coming down in flux, well those pretty girls they will say.
It's warmer with me down out on the sea on the banks of Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of [G] Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor [N]'westers on the banks of _ Newfoundland. _ _ _
You bully boys of Liverpool, and I'll have you all beware.
If you go on them package ships, no dungaree jackets wear.
And have a big monkey jacket all ready for the stand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with [G] holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the [N] banks of _ Newfoundland.
We had Jack Hinch from Ballon, a Hinch, Mike Murphy and some more.
Well I'll tell you boys, they suffered like hell on the way to Baltimore.
They'd pawned their gear in Liverpool and they sailed as they did stand.
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.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
The mate he stood at the folks' old voice, and loudly he did roar.
Come rattler in, you bully boys, we're bound for America's shore.
And keep the blood off the dead man's face, and hotter you'll be damned.
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.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.
And now we're off to hook me boys, and the hills are covered in snow.
And now we'll see the pay table, and we'll spend our time below.
And on the docks coming down in flux, well those pretty girls they will say.
It's warmer with me down out on the sea on the banks of Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor'westers on the banks of [G] Newfoundland.
We'll scrape her and we'll scrub her with holy stone and sand.
For there blows some cold Nor [N]'westers on the banks of _ Newfoundland. _ _ _