A bold undaunted hero down by a shady grove did stray
A convict in his prison cell lay dying
A crowd of jolly trappers were leaving one and all
A crowd of young fellows one night in a club
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 fisher boy was leaving and going to Labrador
A fisherman from Placentia Bay
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 German clockwinder to Dublin once came
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 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 the anchor that holds a bold ship
A lady fair was walking down by a riverside
A lady walkèd out on the plain
A leg of mutton went over to France
A little girl sat by the road as the soldiers quickly passed
A little girl was waiting for her daddy one day
A maiden fair was walking down by the riverside
A maiden standing by her window
A man came home from work one night
A mother's love is a blessing, do not treat her with scorn
A New York trader I do belong
A Newfie's a Newfie wherever he goes
A Newfie clock-winder, to Dublin he came
A Newfoundland sailor was walking by the strand (Margaret Christl)
A Newfoundland sailor was walking the strand (Peacock)
A nobleman's fair daughter came down a narrow lane
A party of soldiers one night in a camp
A place out on the ocean I go now and then
A poor old man of seventy and his wife of sixty-three
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 #1
A sailor courted a farmer's daughter #2
A sexton stood one sabbath eve within a belfry grand
A ship sailed in the harbour and a sailor came ashore
A sighing wind brings heavy snow
A soft wind blowing sweet and warm
A story I'll tell you, it happened last evening #1
A story I'll tell you, it happened last evening #2
A strong wind from the Northeast
A tug on your arm, a kiss on the cheek
A warrior so bold and a virgin so bright
A winding river ends its course near to an Irish home
A young man courted me earnestly
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
Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
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
Alarm clock ringin' in the dark
Alas, my love, you do me wrong
All alone on a pier on the foreside of town
All God's creatures got a place in the choir
All I do all day is think about you
All in the Downs where the fleet lay moored
All true-born Newfoundlanders pray hearken unto me
All we need is a brand new song
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 in his workshop a young toiler there
Amid the wild and wooly prairies lived an Indian maid
An elderman lived in the city
An exciseman in Dublin, when I lived over there
An Indian he sat in his birch-bark canoe
An Irish boy was leaving, leaving his own native home
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 it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
And it's oh, dear, what can the matter be? #2
And it's oh, dear, what can the matter be? #3
And it's oh, dear, what can the matter be? #5
And she dives, how in the hell does she survive
And when the pipes called
And you know the sun's settin' fast
Another foolish game
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Arise, arise you drowsy sleeper
Arthur was a lad out and bold
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 came down thru Dublin city at the hour of twelve at night
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 one evening down by a riverside
As I rode out one morning in May
As I rode over Kilkenny mountain
As I rose up one May morning
As I roved by the dockside one evening so rare
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 #1
As I rovèd out on one fine summer's evening #2
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
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 (#1)
As I roved out one morning in the lovely month of May (#2)
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
As I rowed ashore from my schooner close by
As I sit and reflect without any regrets
As I sit here and look through my window
As I strayed ashore one evening from my gallant brigantine
As I strayed forth one morning in May
As I walk across the trail on a lovely May day
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-walking and a-rambling one day
As I was a-walking down in Tennessee
As I was a-walking one fine summer's morning
As I was a-walking one morning in May
As I was going over Gilgarra mountain
As I was going to market, 'twas on a market day
As I was sitting in my homestead one day while all alone
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 market one bright and sunny day
As I went home on a Monday night #2
As I went home on a Monday night #3
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 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 soon as you have entered, she beckons on and on
As the band plays tonight
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 we come into the harbour, houses edge into our view
As we have sailed down the straight foreign shore
As we wandered in the shadows of the pines my love and I
As William and Mary strayed by the sea-side
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 twenty-one I was in the prime of life
At the east end of town
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
Attention all good friends of mine
Attention all true lovers come listen to my song
Attention all ye countrymen, and listen to my song
Attention all ye fishermen and read this ballad down
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, come listen to my tale
Attention all ye wreckers in Notre Dame Bay
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 pay, my countrymen, and hear my native news
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God bless her soul
Aunt Lucy made the announcement early in the day
Aunt Molly would sit with her knitting all day
Away to the westward I'm longing to be
Away up at the North Pole
'Way down in East Cape Breton
Aye, bonny lassie, will you, will you come
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