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When the old boat leaves the dock, I'll never look back,
I'm gonna seek my fortune far away;
So when I say goodbye, Momma, don't you cry,
'Cause I'll never forget my Newfie ways,
Walkin' down the street, knowin' everyone I meet,
I'm gonna be a big star someday;
With me and my guitar, I thought I'd go far,
But I'll never forget my Newfie ways.
Down by the bay there's the old Ambrose Shea,
Waitin' to carry me away;
I'll stand by the door of this old house no more,
But I'll never forget my Newfie ways.
I'll drink my beer with all my friends here,
They've all come to say goodbye;
I'll sing my last few songs, then I'll move along,
Lettin' no one see the tears in my eye.
Down by the bay there's the old Ambrose Shea,
Waitin' to carry me away;
And I'll stand by the door of this old house no more,
But I'll never forget my Newfie ways.
Down by the bay there's the old Ambrose Shea,
Waitin' to carry me away;
And I'll stand by the door of this old house no more,
But I'll never forget my Newfie ways.
No, I'll never forget my Newfie ways.
