"Banks Of Newfoundland"

Manodolin.

From wikipedia;

"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 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 tune 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 tune of the Regatta.

    THE BANKS OF NEWFOUNDLAND

    You bully boys of Liverpool
    And I'll have you to beware,
    When you sail on them packet ships,
    no dungaree jackets 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,
    For there blows some cold nor'westers
    on the Banks of Newfoundland.

    We had Jack Lynch from Ballynahinch,
    Mike Murphy and some more,
    And I tell you by's, they suffered like hell
    on the way to Baltimore;
    They pawned their gear in Liverpool
    and they sailed as they did stand,
    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,
    For there blows some 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;
    Come wipe 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,
    For there blows some 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. 

There is an Irish Jig of the same name, but not the same tune ; Here is a recording of Peter James Conlon performing that tune. Recorded in September 1928 in New York City. It can also be found in the Session and the Fiddler's Companion.