Lyrics Banks of Newfoundland - Andy Irvine
Far
from
the
billows
and
the
waves
that
round
poor
sailors
roar
O
little
we
knew
the
hardships
that
we
were
obliged
to
stand
For
fourteen
days
and
fourteen
nights
on
the
Banks
of
Newfoundland
Our
good
ship
never
crossed
before
these
stormy
western
waves
And
the
raging
sea
came
down
on
us
and
soon
beat
in
her
stays
She
being
of
green
unseasoned
wood
and
little
could
she
stand
When
the
hurricane
came
down
on
us
on
the
Banks
of
Newfoundland
We
were
starved
and
frozen
with
the
cold
when
we
sailed
from
old
Québec
And
every
now
and
then
we
were
obliged
to
walk
the
deck
We
being
all
hardy
Irishmen
and
our
vessel
did
well
man
And
the
captain
doubled
each
man's
grog
on
the
Banks
of
Newfoundland
We
fasted
for
three
days
and
nights
till
provisions
did
run
out
And
on
the
morning
of
the
fourth
we
cast
a
lot
about
The
lot
it
fell
on
the
captain's
son
and
as
you
may
understand
We
spared
his
life
for
another
night
on
the
Banks
of
Newfoundland
Then
on
the
morning
of
the
fifth
he
got
orders
to
prepare
We
only
gave
him
one
short
hour
to
offer
up
a
prayer
But
providence
proved
kind
to
us
and
saved
blood
from
every
hand
When
a
full-rigged
ship
hauled
into
view
on
the
Banks
of
Newfoundland
When
they
took
us
from
our
wrecked
ship
we
were
more
like
ghosts
than
men
They
fed
us
and
they
clothed
us
and
they
brought
us
back
again
But
many
of
our
brave
Irish
boys
never
saw
their
native
land
And
the
captain
lost
both
legs
from
frost
on
the
Banks
of
Newfoundland
The
number
of
our
passengers
was
four
hundred
thirty
two
There
was
none
of
them
poor
passengers
could
tell
the
tale
but
two
Their
parents
may
shed
bitter
tears
that's
on
their
native
strand
While
mountains
of
waves
roll
over
their
graves
on
the
Banks
of
Newfoundland
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