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A boat she left Sambro with a captain and crew

A bold undaunted hero down by a shady grove did stray

A boy walked in the candy store in faded overalls

A brother can be difficult, a blessing and a curse

A bunch of young men who were inclined for to roam

A convict in his prison cell lay dying

A couple of good ol' buddies of mine invited me one day

A crew of hardy seamen from Newfoundland set sail

A crew of Newfie fishermen sailed out and left the shore

A crowd of jolly trappers we are leaving one and all

A crowd of women voters last Monday night did call

A crowd of young fellows one night in a club (Leach)

A crowd of young fellows sat round a campfire (Chipman)

A day that's held most dear by everyone that's here

A dollar was a dollar way back then

A fair maid walking in a flowery garden

A farmer went out in the fields one day

A few years ago when the times were rough

A fine wee lass, a bonnie wee lass, is bonnie wee Jenny McCall

A fisher boy was leaving and going to Labrador (Hewson)

A fisher boy was leaving and going to Labrador (Morrissey)

A fisherman from Placentia Bay

A fisherman's life is a hell of a life

A flower needs the earth to make it grow

A for abundance, this we will need

A for the anchor that holds the gear down

A fox roved out one very dark night

A friend of mine a week ago came here from 'round the bay

A German clockwinder to Dublin once came

A girl upon the shore did ask a favour of the sea

A good dog is lost said a sign above the counter at the corner store

A good sword and a trusty hand a merry heart and true

A grade seven girl so young and so free

A great big sea hove in long beach

A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham

A hearty welcome, General Higgins and your good lady

A Howley moose, a Howley moose

A is an apple which growed on a tree

A is for Atlantic, that saltwater well

A is for axes that you may all know

A is for the Avalon where this song does start

A is the anchor that holds a bold ship

A lady fair was walking down by a riverside

A lady near Portland Square

A lady of sixty years called in to Open Line

A lady walkèd out on the plain

A lady walked up to me and she asked me for a light

A landsman, a kinsman, a tinker or a tailor

A leg of mutton went over to France

A little girl just sat and cried at her bedside all alone

A little girl sat by the road as the soldiers quickly passed

A little girl was waiting for her daddy one day

A little maiden climbed an old man's knee

A maiden fair, she had long dark hair

A maiden fair was walking down by the riverside

A maiden standing by her window

A man came home from work one night

A miner up in Labrador sat in a local bar

A mother's love is a blessing, do not treat her with scorn

A New York trader I do belong

A Newfie boy from Stephenville left his native soil

A Newfie's a Newfie wherever he goes

A Newfie clock-winder, to Dublin he came

A Newfoundland sailor was walking by the strand (Christl)

A Newfoundland sailor was walking the strand (Peacock)

A nobleman's fair daughter came down a narrow lane

A northeast wind is blowin' free

A party of soldiers one night in a camp

A place out on the ocean I go now and then

A poor man he sat by the shore of the sea

A poor old man of seventy and his wife of sixty-three

A practical joker who some say is Wynne

A process man am I and I'm telling you no lies

A rainbow always shows up when the storm is through

A rich merchant's daughter in Plymouth town did dwell

A rusty old barber in London did live

A sailor courted a farmer's daughter (Leach #1)

A sailor courted a farmer's daughter (Leach #2)

A sailor's life is the life for me

A sexton stood one sabbath eve within a belfry grand

A ship is waiting at the pier, prepared to cross the foam

A ship sailed in the harbour and a sailor came ashore

A short time ago I turned sixty-five

A sighing wind brings heavy snow

A smart steamboat from Canada three weeks ago came down

A soft wind blowing sweet and warm

A squire in Bristol you quickly shall hear

A story I'll tell you, it happened last evening (Peacock)

A story I'll tell you, it happened last evening (Roberts/Barrand)

A strong wind from the Northeast

A sweet fragrant fancy of days long remembered

A terrible fight in Halifax on Saturday night took place

A true story, my friends, I now tell to you

A tug on your arm, a kiss on the cheek

A warrior so bold and a virgin so bright

A well-known person in the town, a man we all knew well

A winding river winds its way up to an Irish home

A wise old man once told me that life is just not fair

A young man courted me earnestly

A young man in Toronto, he came from Newfoundland

A young sailor lad left Newfoundland, he sailed so far away

A young Spanish maid at the age of 16

A youth lay on the battlefield of France's blood-stained soil

A youth of twenty years or more stood on the Florizel

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide

Across the blue Atlantic that I'd like to see once more

After the war was over, I was on my way home to you

After workin' all this livelong year, there finally comes the day

After working all week it is time for a party

Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage

Ah, Johnny be fair and Johnny be fine and wants me for to wed

Ah, the salesman was a corker, I said I don't mind that

Ah, there was an old woman from Wexford

Ah, there were three old gypsies came to our hall door

Ah, we are the Irish fishermen who work out on the deep

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Alarm clock ringin' in the dark

Alas, my love, you do me wrong

All aboard the Beaumont-Hamel

All alone on a pier on the foreside of town

All alone she stands, staring at November through her window

All are proud and all is well

All around my hat I wear a green willow

All day punch the time clock

All God's creatures got a place in the choir

All hail to the days that merit more praise

All hands are awake tonight, the weather it is rough

All hardy sons of Newfoundland who sailed around the Horn

All I ask is a quiet cove for me

All I do all day is think about you

All I need is a strong north wind

All I want to do is talk to you

All in the Downs where the fleet lay moored

All my friends are all around me

All my friends were looking down their noses

All of my life I had traveled, and much of this world I did see

All quiet on the frontier at the darkest hour

All that I am and ever will be

All the old stages are being torn down

All true-born Newfoundlanders pray hearken unto me

All true lovers bold I hope you will attend

All we need is a brand new song

All ye who love old Newfoundland and her sons who plough the sea

All you Maine-men, proud and young

All you sons of Erin's Isle, come listen unto me

Almost forty hours in and it's Friday once again

Alouette, gentile Alouette

Alone again tonight I can barely see

Alone and lost out on the edge of the wheel, and it's turning

Alone in his workshop a young toiler there

Along our eastern coast there's a place that I love most

Am I leaving you tomorrow?

Amid the wild and wooly prairies lived an Indian maid

An elderman lived in the city

An empty chair at the table, your slippers stand in the hall

An exciseman in Dublin, when I lived over there

An Indian he sat in his birch bark canoe (Peacock)

An Indian once sat in his birch bark canoe (Nemec)

An Indian sailed out in his birch bark canoe (Moonshiners)

An Irish boy was leaving, leaving his own native home

An old man by a seashore at the end of day

An old man gazed on a photograph

An old man walked down on the wharf and he looked out at the sea

An old Newfie fisherman just turned ninety-one

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so

And every night up on Signal Hill

And here's grand success to the sealers, the pride of our city and town

And I'll tell you about her as far as I know

And it starts sometime around midnight

And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog

And it's oh, dear, what can the matter be? (Stoney/Flynn)

And it's oh, dear, what can the matter be? (Morrissey)

And it's oh, dear, what can the matter be? (Ryan's Fancy)

And she dives, how in the hell does she survive

And the way you send me, my dear Annie

And when the pipes called

And wi' you and wi' you and wi' you, me Johnny lad

And you know the sun's settin' fast

Another foolish game

Another short hour we wait for the tide

Apple tree he planted more than eighty years ago

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Arise, arise you drowsy sleeper

Around the bay where the partridge berries grow

Around the coast of Newfoundland, brave fishermen reside

Around the last of May, nineteen sixty-four

Arouse ye patriots of Newfoundland

Arthur was a lad out and bold

As a boy I met a girl, her name was Kayley

As down by Anna Liffey me love and I did stray

As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I

As I am on my dying bed and in bed I must die

As I drove in to St. John's town

As I gaze out at the ocean, I see dark clouds chokin' the sky

As I grow older, my time draws near

As I leaned o'er the rail of the Eagle

As I rambled out one morning, it been the month of June

As I roamed out one evening in the lovely month of May

As I roamed out one morning in the lovely month o' May

As I rode out on one airy December

As I rode out one evening down by a riverside (Moonshiners)

As I rode out one evening down by a riverside (Leach)

As I rode out one morning in May

As I rode over Kilkenny mountain

As I rolled out for Donnelaith city

As I rose up one May morning

As I roved by the dockside one evening so rare

As I roved for recreation in the springtime of the year

As I rovèd out by those raspberry banks

As I roved out for my recreation

As I roved out in the May mornin'

As I roved out oh one evening in spring

As I rovèd out oh one evening in spring

As I rovèd out oh one morning in spring

As I roved out on a fine summer morning

As I roved out on a fine summer's evening

As I rovèd out on a fine Sunday morning

As I roved out on a May morning, on a May morning right surly

As I rovèd out on one fine summer's evening (Peacock)

As I rovèd out on one fine summer's evening (Peacock)

As I rovèd out on one fine summer's morn

As I rovèd out on one fine summer's morning

As I roved out one day in June 'twas down by Jim Long's stage

As I roved out one evening all in the blooming spring

As I roved out one evening clear

As I roved out one evening down by a Merseyside

As I roved out one evening down by the banks of the Clyde

As I roved out one evening down Water Street I took my way

As I roved out one evening I sat down to take rest

As I roved out one evening in June

As I roved out one evening in summer

As I roved out one evening in the latter part of June

As I roved out one evening in the lovely month of May

As I roved out one evening in the lovely month of June

As I roved out one evening in the springtime of the year

As I roved out one evening some pleasure for to find

As I roved out one fine summer's evening

As I rovèd out one fine morning

As I roved out one May morning all along the riverside

As I roved out one May morning, one May morning so early (Squires)

As I roved out one May morning, one May morning so early (Peacock)

As I roved out one May morning, one May morning so early (Greenleaf/Mansfield)

As I roved out one May morning, one morning 'twas so early (Lehr/Best)

As I roved out one morning, being in the lovely month of May

As I roved out one morning fair, to the hills I made my way

As I roved out one morning in June

As I roved out one morning in May the day was wet and rainy

As I roved out one morning in the lovely month of May (Fowke/Johnston)

As I roved out one morning in the lovely month of May (Peacock)

As I roved out one morning, it being in the blooming spring

As I roved out one morning, one morning before the sun

As I roved out through Galway city (Hennessy)

As I roved out through Galway city (Ryan's Fancy)

As I rowed ashore from me schooner close by (Nolan)

As I rowed ashore from my schooner close by (Ryan's Fancy)

As I sat at my window last evening, the letterman brought unto me

As I sit and reflect without any regrets

As I sit and watch the sun go down in beauty by the sea

As I sit here and look through my window

As I sit here tonight lookin' down the harbour

As I sit here tonight with my memories

As I sit in my seat by the window

As I sit on the edge of the shore

As I stand here tonight by the ocean

As I strayed ashore one evening from my gallant brigantine

As I strayed forth one morning in May

As I strolled out on a fine summer's morning

As I strolled up the streets Sunday night, Jennie

As I walk across the trail on a lovely May day

As I walked by the dockside one morning so fair

As I walked forth in the pride of the season

As I walked into Glasgow City

As I walked out in a flowery garden

As I walked out of St James Hospital

As I walked out on a beautiful morning

As I walked out one fine summer's morning

As I wandered by the brookside, I wandered by the mill

As I was a-driving down Market town fair

As I was a-smoking, my pipe in my hand

As I was a-travellin' in the north count-e-ry

As I was a-walkin' and ramblin' one day

As I was a-walking and a-rambling one day

As I was a-walking down in Tennessee

As I was a-walking for pleasure one day

As I was a-walking one fine summer's morning

As I was a-walking one morning in May

As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountain

As I was going over the far Kilgarra mountain

As I was going to market, 'twas on a market day

As I was going to the fair in Dingle

As I was invited to a nobleman's wedding

As I was sitting in my homestead one day while all alone

As I was sitting in my own cozy corner

As I was slowly passing an orphans' home one day

As I was walking down the road a feeling fine and larky oh

As I was walking down the road I spied a cozy neat abode

As I was walking one morning in May

As I was walking way down by the strand

As I went a-roving out one morning in May

As I went a-walking one evening of late

As I went a-walking one morning of late

As I went down to Darby 'twas on a summer's day

As I went down to market one bright and sunny day

As I went home on a Monday night (Dubliners)

As I went home on a Monday night (Traditional)

As I went out one morning fair to view the meadows 'round

As I went out to Derby upon a market day

As I went out walking one morning in May

As I went walking one fine summer's day

As I woke up in the May morning

As Jack was a-walking a fair Bristol street

As Jack went walking in London City

As Johnny went ploughin' for Kearon one day

As Larry Hatch sat in his old rocking chair

As late I went a-walking, a-walking by the sea

As Mary and Willie sat by the seaside

As my thoughts drift back, there are times I remember

As soon as you have entered, she beckons on and on

As the band plays tonight

As the day draws to an end, it's lamp lighting time again

As the morning mist rolls over Cape Chabarou

As the peaceful crimson sunset sank low into the sea

As the sailor and his true love was walking out one day

As the sea rolled high against her bow

As the sun was setting in the west and filled with lingering rays

As the twenty-fifth of December draws near

As the western sun was setting on a summer's day

As Tommie was walking one fine summer day

As we come into the harbour, houses edge into our view

As we have sailed down the straight foreign shore

As we meet each one with passion

As we slipped our lines at Harvey's Wharf

As we wandered in the shadows of the pines my love and I

As William and Mary strayed by the sea-side

As years pass by and we get older

At a cottage door one wintery night

At Christmas time in Ireland all the holy branches twine

At Oranmore in the county Galway

At the age of fifteen I shipped out from the Humber

At the age of fourteen years I left my home in tears

At the age of twenty-one I was in the prime of life

At the east end of town

At the end of the road in a town by the sea

At the mouth of the Humber

At the sign of the bell on the road to Clonmel

At the sign of the mill on the road to Clonmel

Atatab kilangmitub tessiutsainarmanga

Attention all both great and small, to what I will pen down

Attention all good friends of mine

Attention all kind hearted friends to these few lines I write

Attention all true lovers come listen to my song

Attention all ye city belles and hear the joyful news

Attention all ye countrymen, and listen to my song

Attention all ye fishermen and hark to what I say

Attention all ye fishermen and read this ballad down (1)

Attention all ye fishermen and read this ballad down (2)

Attention all ye fishermen and toilers of the sea

Attention all ye fishermen come listen unto me

Attention all ye friends of mine and I will sing to you

Attention all ye seamen brave that sail the ocean far

Attention all ye seamen, come listen to my tale

Attention all ye wreckers in Notre Dame Bay

Attention all you sailors, come listen to what I say

Attention boys of Newfoundland, who plough the raging main

Attention fellow country-men, while this sad tale I'll tell

Attention Newfoundlanders, and listen to my song

Attention Newfoundlanders, come listen to my song

Attention now good people all, and hark to what I say

Attention pay, my countrymen, and hear my native news

Attention ye workmen, come listen awhile

Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God bless her soul

Aunt Lucy made an announcement early in the day (Nolan)

Aunt Lucy made the announcement early in the day (Willis)

Aunt Meg wants me to wed her daughter

Aunt Molly would sit with her knitting all day

Auntie Mary had a canary up the leg of her drawers

Away to the westward I'm longing to be

Away up at the North Pole

'Way down in East Cape Breton

Aweigh, aweigh, we're getting under way

Aye, bonny lassie, will you, will you come


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Back home in Trout River where I was born

Back in eighteen ninety-nine everybody sang Auld Lang Syne

Back in eighteen ninety-two, there was a story to unfold

Back in time when coke was a dime, and Maverick was on TV

Back home on the island people are remembering another day

Bakeapple time is here again we're making up a crew

Based on songs and stories heroes of renown

Be ye much of a hand aboard a vessel

Beautiful star of Bethlehem

Been livin' in McMurray now since nineteen eighty-five

Been out two months and the food's running short

Beer, beer, beer, tiddley beer, beer, beer

Being a pirate is all fun and games

Being on the eighth of October last, from Renews we set sail

Beir beannacht ó m’chroí go tír na hÉireann

Bell Island boy, you left your life behind you

Bells are jinglin', snow is down, it's a holly jolly day

Beneath a far Australian sky an Irish soldier lay

Beneath the haloed moon he stands alone

Beresford, oh, Beresford, you're far from the land

Betsy Bay was a lady gay

Betsy, Betsy from London fair

Better board up your windows

Better than the best from the beginning

Between two trees, there lies a story true

Beware, young maids, beware

Bill Grogan's goat was feeling fine

Bill roved out in the morning just at the break of day

Billy Drover's dead and gone, there nothing left but the bones

Billy Peddle, Billy Peddle have you seen Tom White?

Billy Taylor was a sailor, he was courting a fair lady

Bingo and Another World, that's all I ever hear

Black is the colour of my true love's hair

Blow out the lamp love, blow out the lamp love

Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly

Blue jacket and white trousers this fair maid she put on

Born in 1900, at the turn of the century

Born in a tenement home, our guts were racked with hunger

Born to the land they say God gave to Cain

Both high and low attention give and quickly you shall hear

Both young and old come ponder what I now relate

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine

Boys, did you hear of the shower?

Breaks 'way from harbour two in the morn

Bright is the morning and brisk is the weather

Bright Phoebe was my true love's name

Brightly beams our Father's mercy

Bring down on a bar stool

Bring me back to my home where I first saw the light

Bring on the clowns, the jokers and buffoons

Bring your blueberries down to Job's Store, for ready cash they pay

Bury me not in the deep, deep sea (Rev E H Chapin)

Bury me not in the deep deep sea (Peacock)

Busy city full of talk-back talk, let them talk away

Buy me a round I'll be here for the night

By a fine old mother's side, sat her eldest by her pride

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling

By God, it's good to see you

By Peter Kerrivan we are the Masterless Men

By the borders of the ocean one morning in the month of June

By the side of a clear, crystalline river

By the storm torn shoreline a woman is standing

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes


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