Take me back to my Western boat,
Ten little turrs in the freezer is better than a hundred in the bay
Ten years ago on a cold dark night
The autumn days are her again and the night winds chilly blow
The boys they left their Newfoundland and went to Oshawa
The bride wore a floor length gown of nylon lace
The bright sun a-shining and blue skies a-pining
The Brunswick Street moon
The church door was opened as I stepped inside
The coat she wore still lies upon the bed
The common man don't count at all these days
The fondest wish I ever had since the day that I was weaned
The Garden of Eden has vanished, they say
The Gypsy Rover came over the hill,
The holly green, the ivy green
The judge said stand up lad and dry up your tears
The lights in the taverns are shining bright
The moon was bright one starry night, forgotten never shall be
The night that Paddy Murphy died I never shall forget
The northern tip of Newfoundland as far as you can see
The old hometown looks the same
The old man was pacing the floor up and down
The open sea hath mercy, but the thund'ring surf hath none;
The pink, the lily, and the blooming rose
The pink the rose of England shows, the green St. Patrick's emblem bright,
The spring-time of the year is come
The sun was setting in the west
The stuff that makes up legends is born of yesterday
The times have changed, the trains have all gone
The trees are turning early and the hills are all ablaze
The thrilling tale we heard last week is in our mem'ries yet,
The values we all cherish
The Vinland shores of Newfoundland
The violets were scenting the woods, Maggie
The winter snow is a child’s delight
The winter soon will be past, by's,
The winter's ice clings to cliff, to beach an empty shell
The years, the years have come and gone
There are many versions of the rubber boot song
There is a ship in Harbour Grace it's been there for a while
There is a young maiden, she lives all alone,
There is one class of men in this country that never is mentioned in song.
There is trouble tonight in Newfoundland and the hearts of men are sad,
There once was a roving gypsy and he came from over the plain.
There was a frog lived in the well
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGhee and me,
There was laughter and joy on that fine summer's evening;
There was once a young captain who followed the sea
There were two sisters, Jane and Mary Ann
There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari Mac
There's a noble fleet of whalers a-sailing from Dundee,
There's a party down at the Harbour Lounge, they got a country band
There's a place where Mother Nature got it all together
There's a tear in your eye,
There's an old old story that everybody knows
There's forty thousand o'er my head the wolf is at the door
There's many a tragic story in our annals oft' we told
There's some that's bound for New York town
There's too many heartaches, too much pain
They were very very happy, their marriage was a gem
They're outport people with outport ways
This bloke I know came rolling home shickered as he could be
This, I am sad and lonely down in the distant west
This cramped city life is not right for a man
This is of an old sailor who lived out in the bay,
This song's for every Newfie boy
This world is either spinnin' way too fast or way too slow
This year I'm having Christmas dinner with me buddy Sam
This year when I sat happy birthday, darling
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin' Street.
'Tis of a brave young highwayman this story I will tell
Today has been my birthday, and tonight I should be glad
Today I'm so lonely, I'm feeling so sad
Trout River living on my mind
'Twas all on a cold winter's night
Twas Friday morn when we set sail
'Twas just a year ago today I left my emerald isle
Two Irishmen and a Newfie once went out for recreation
Two jinkers in our harbour dwell, adventuresome and plucky;
Two recruiting sargeants came to the CLB
Uncle Tom's cabin used to glow in the dark
Un gros coup de vent de nordet
Up jumps a crab with his crooked leg
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